i went to navy pier as a child and clowns took my father away and built a table out of him with three other dads and i always thought this was some unpleasant and vivid dream and i mentioned it to my mom one day a couple years ago and she was like Yaa when we went to chicago they made him do chair tricks with other men
contents. — Minors DNI ! drugs (weed), good friends + blurred lines, smut, protected sex, mentions spit + dry mouth, shotgunning, both in their twenties, he calls you "pretty", aptly named after the song 7th Heaven by QUIN.
other. — ao3 • playlist (heavily rap influenced)
It’s a Friday afternoon, and the sun casts an orange tint over painted pavement when you call Draken. It’s something like a routine now: at the end of every week you give him a call once you’ve left your job. Especially on days like today–work was rough, but it’s the start of the weekend, and you’d rather not spend an extra second thinking about it.
Small groups of children race past with school supplies jingling in their backpacks. Tranquil giggles and cackles echo through the afternoon breeze while the phone rings at your ear. It goes on for a while, and you can picture him scrambling through a dirty toolbox in the garage of his bike shop. Searching for the alarm-type ring that you assigned for your own contact months ago. He claimed that he hated the sound, it was obnoxious, but you’re willing to bet he hasn’t switched it, and that puts a cheery grin on your face.
You can hear the constant clatter of metal when the call connects, and assume the phone is tucked at his shoulder by the way he greets you.
“Hey,” he mumbles. More tools sound off from behind, along with echoed calls and commands from the other mechanics nearby.
He’s not much of a conversationalist, so you make it short.
“Hey. Come over when you’re done?”
His movements halt. The phone finds its way to his hand and he looks up from his work to peek at a clock on the wall. He’s still got an hour or two, but you tell him that it’s fine. Whenever he can make it is perfect timing, and you’ll try not to start without him. He lets out a chortle before he inquires if anyone else will be there, and you tell him no; just you and him. He hums in agreeance before you hang up.
That’s all it ever takes to get a hold of Draken. Just one call.
You hear him before he walks in. The sound of his motorcycle marks his arrival, and he enters your apartment with his coverall damp–stained with marks and oil. He questions if he can borrow your shower. He’s always welcome to use anything in your apartment, so you only nod, but you throw a joke at him. Something about how he could’ve taken a shower before he got there and he just chuckles while pulling spare clothes out of a duffle. An all-purpose one, he claims, but today you recognize it as an overnight bag.
“Didn’t wanna’ be late and you start without me.”
Smoking with Draken is always relaxing. There’s a certain set-up that you both favor, so you close the curtains while he showers. Switch the lighting to small lamps and lightly scented candles–nothing with too much fragrance, the weed smell usually overpowers any other scent, anyway. You set your speakers up against a small stand holding your TV that stays off, and press shuffle on a ready-made playlist as you hear your bathroom door shut, and the light switch flick.
His hair is damp, and combed to one side as he saunters into the living room with night sweats and a white shirt. He grins at the familiar arrangement once he notices, scanning the room while ruffling a towel through long dark tufts. His shave is almost due for another cut, the hallmark dragon tattoo still protects the side of his head under pebbled strands. He combs a hand through his hair once more, then he glances at you with a request:
“You mind braiding this for me?”
You’ve already got a blunt lit, tucking it tight between your lips while you give him a muffled ‘sure’. Friday night sessions are comfortable with Draken, even if it’s just you and him. Especially when it’s just you and him. You’re no stranger, so he sits between your legs in front of the couch like he’s been there before. Smoothing over the warmth of your leg, getting a subtle whiff of a sweet scent that matches one of the labeled bottles in your bathroom. With the other hand, he takes the blunt that you pass to him from above, leaving your hands free to braid his hair how he likes. Even though he’s okay with whatever you do, you know that he likes his braid loose, and neat. It’s an easy job, so it’s done by the time you’ve finished humming one verse and a chorus to one of your favorite songs. And that’s because you took your time.
The music playing over the sound bar sits low enough to hear the deep rumble in his voice, one that only grows the more faded he gets. And your phone sits in his hand while he scrolls through a playlist you both created. A few songs that he thinks fit the mood, while the rest is curated by you. He trusts your tastes, occasionally jotting a song down for himself when he hears one that makes his head bob. It’s nice, and he knows the code to your phone, so he welcomes himself to pick whatever song he likes as the time starts to warp.
He always outsmokes you, blowing thin clouds from his pink lips with a stoic look on his face and holding onto the blunt while you cough. He always jokes with you about it. This time was no different as he joins you on your sofa, sitting sideways with a leg folding in. His arm swings against the back of the cushion as he tilts his head in your direction with a lazy grin. What's left of his recent pull seeps from his lips in thick white before he pulls the smoke back in, then blows it out with a smile because you can't do what he does. But you try.
When you finally catch your breath, he hops at the opportunity to tease. “Need me to teach you how to smoke again?”
“I know how to do it, Ken.”
If he cares or not, you really can't tell by his look. “Yeah?”
Who knows how long it’s been since you lit it, but the first blunt is nearly finished. He passes it to you, with a little glint in his eye and a teasing smirk. Then, he twists his body to reach for the duffle bag he brought, where a metal canister comes out before he drops the bag back on the floor with a thunk. His back turns to the couch, curling as he places the large canister on your coffee table. Draken doesn’t smoke often, so he doesn’t mind storing what he needs in the bulky–and very assuming–container. He opens it, and long fingers pick up the rolling paper tucked neat inside. A small grinder comes out next, and his head starts to bob to a new song that he recognizes.
Draken sneaks glances from his work to observe, watching how your chest rises to fill your lungs, and the expected cough that comes after. He smirks to himself, and stifles his laugh while pushing a nearby water bottle in your direction and getting back to his task at hand.
He’s calm as he tucks green into brown. Voice low and eyes heavy, “You don’t have to hold it in that long.”
He licks the rolling paper, wet tongue gliding slowly against the dry sheet. Meanwhile, your cheeks hollow as you pull the smoke into your mouth. He raises his head to watch you this time, tongue flicking out to wet his lip while he watches yours wrap around the blunt.
After watching your chest rise, he meets your eyes. Checks his hands first, making sure nothing spills, then he looks back and cuts in, “Let it go, now.”
The sun sets, and the stars begin to peak through thin layers of clouds when Draken turns handsy. The playlist shuffles itself while you lay in between Draken’s legs. It’s hard to say how you got that way. One move here, and another there it seems his chest is the warmest place to be. He sits by the arm of the couch, with one foot planted on the floor, and the other planted flat on a couch cushion. Your head lies on his chest, while his hand trails up your wrist. His fingers tangle with yours and you feel his chuckle rumble against your ear, the steady heartbeat molding into the pace of your own with every thump.
“So small,” He murmurs, sizing your palm with his own. And it is.
Your response lingers in your chest where the butterflies lay. A nearly nauseating spin, but it feels good. His touch is soft against yours, it leaves a tingle in its wake due to the foggy cloud of euphoria lingering over you. He blows smoke outward, over your head, and you watch it dissipate with lidded eyes. You’ve tapped out again, but he can’t bring himself to tease you for it. He can’t bring himself to do much of anything, but notice the way you sit inside his frame.
A few songs pass with neither of you saying much. If anyone else were here you’d probably toss questions, and make jokes. Play host to keep the vibe amiable. You’d play another playlist that caters more to the other's tastes. But with Draken you don’t have to do any of that. You can play your favorite songs, and hum to the melodies while you draw shapes into his palm. He can hog the blunt for himself and finish it off without the others complaining about the rotation.
It’s easy to be around him. Even when his hands start to carve over the softness of your shoulder. A different side of him comes out when he’s in this state of bliss, and the first time you smoked with him alone he warned you about it.
“I get a little touchy when I’m high,” He’d said, with a bout of apprehension dusted in pink on his cheeks. Such a tall and silent guy, with his look and demeanor. Hard to imagine such a thing. At first you thought he was bluffing, but surely enough his hands found their way to your hips, and he murmured for permission into your ear before pulling you into his chest. He never explained why you’d always end up like this. He only tells you that it feels nice. Every new touch is led with the same question: “Is this okay?”
Eventually, you granted him permission to roam, wherever he liked. As long as the two of you are alone. And that was a safe call for someone like Draken, because he never oversteps. He’d hate to explain what this is, how far it can go, and you both saw a middle ground in leaving it vague. It’s worth it, you like the way his labored hands feel despite how tough they can be. The roughness of his palm starts to turn soft the longer they’re on you, anyway.
A new song comes on, and you recognize the artist as the beat fades in. You feel him hum deep in his chest, and nod his head, recognizing the song himself, and he grins before looking down at you.
“I really like this song.” He takes another pull, existing in his own world, while you lift up from his chest to face him. Everything is half-assed, lagging with apathy, so you’re met with a screen of smoke, and shortly after, an urgent fit of coughs from Draken.
Short spurts of smoke escape his mouth, and his eyes start to well with tears. A vein pokes out from his temple while he forces out a gravelly apology. It’s barely audible, and you assume what the apology is for, but your first response is to grab the water bottle on the table. Pooping the cap off, you offer it to him, but he shakes his head. Waving a hand that holds the blunt, which you happily free him of.
Draken takes a long inhale, and clears his throat before turning his attention back to you. Gaining his composure back.
“Sorry,” he murmurs again, “Didn’t know you were gonna’ turn around.”
It’s your turn to stifle a laugh before you help yourself to a swig of water. He watches a drop trickle from a corner of your mouth; stops it with a thumb before it drops onto his shirt, and he clears his throat once more as you place the cap back on.
You arch a brow. “Are you sure you don’t need this?”
His throat bobs, and his eyes flash at the bottle before he blinks. “Maybe a little.”
Your phone is in his hand, and he browses through songs while you take another hit. The water bottle is somewhere on the floor, empty, and the second blunt is almost gone. Time isn’t very important, so you settle back along his chest. He picks another song, and when it plays, he asks you if you know it. You recognize the song, but not the artist, so you shake your head. The simplest answer. But as you shake your head you take another hit, and reach a hand above your head to place on his jaw. It’s a soft touch, enough to turn his attention from your phone to you. He looks down, leaning into the way your hand molds and melts to his jaw. A cloud of smoke hits his face before he can think about it.
It’s an act of retaliation, blowing smoke in his face in turn, and you giggle. Who’s to say if you were the one to move, or if his mind was elsewhere, but Draken finds himself a hair’s breadth away from your lips once the smoke dissolves. To divert his eyes, he gazes down your neck, but it only leads him to a small gap that rests between your chest, and the low-cut shirt you’re wearing—giving him a glance of black lace you’re wearing underneath.
His face reddens, but he doesn’t move. He’s frozen still, so you move your head a little closer, nose lightly swiping over his chin as you take another pull. His skin runs hot against yours, and you discard the bud of the blunt into an ashtray before doing what you’re about to do. You can feel his pulse pumping blood down to his waist while your hands stay on his cheek. Then, you part your lips, letting the smoke run out slow between your lips.
He hesitates first, letting the smoke pass him before he follows your lead. A large hand cups beneath your chin while his jaw falls, floating above your upper lip. You push the remaining bit of smoke into his mouth and feel the way his chest rises to take it in. He lifts his head to blow it out, but his hand stays, and so does yours.
You never thought too much about the reasons behind Draken’s high habits. How his hands linger over you, and how his eyes steady on yours anytime they happen to meet. It doesn’t feel like a bother when you’re both faded, but when he lowers his lips over yours again, not even the high can protect you from the violent thump in your chest that his sudden proximity incites.
Between the both of you, you're closer to sober. So, you whisper. “Ken?”
He blinks, and that gives him the bout of clarity to remove himself. His back straightens, and he sighs into the sofa, throwing his head back against the cushion with his eyes closed.
His words come out slowly, a side effect from the high. “We don’t have to. I was gettin’ carried a…”
The sentence doesn’t finish. His words trail off when he feels you straddle one of his thighs, placing your hands by the hem of his shirt where your fingers tangle with the fabric. His lashes flutter while he scrambles for strength to lift his head. You don’t touch him, but his warmth radiates with ferocity from underneath his shirt. When he picks his head up, he finds himself in a similar compromising position. You’re a whisper away, and he can feel your words blow against the small hairs on his face. He licks his lip, attention splitting between your lashes and the fading lip gloss you wear.
“But you can,” you draw out. He’s been touching you all night, and after such a long day, you were feeling more susceptible to pressing your luck. On any other day, his touch would calm you. It’s easy to ignore, but today isn’t the same. Today, his touch feels like static. An intoxicating, heart-throbbing static. You add, with a shamelessly inviting look in your eye that he hasn't seen before. “If you want, you can.”
A war flashes behind his eyes. Draken’s brows dip for a beat, but he doesn’t need any more convincing before he molds his lips into yours. They’re warm, and slightly damp as his hand snakes to the nape of your neck. He pulls you in, anchoring a hand by your waist as he hums into the kiss. You’ve never wondered what it would be like, and maybe it’s because the both of you are high and your friendship is beyond salvageable, but his kisses feel right. The right shape, and not as aggressive as you would’ve thought had you been in a better state of mind. His hand slips behind you, ghosting up your spine to send your jaw loose in an airy moan. Your eyes flutter close, his tongue pushes out to glide over your lower lip.
A silent request for more.
It’s granted without question, as most things are between the two of you, prying your mouth apart just enough for his tongue to meet yours while your hands travel over his stomach. His hands linger soft, he mumbles a ‘wait’ before placing them where he wants. There’s no concern this time when his fingers slip beneath your shirt—he’s too busy pulling his legs together, pressing his back to the sofa, to notice. But he reaches for your thigh to move you, then he hesitates.
A smile takes it’s time appearing across your lips. Wondering if he’ll ask.
“Can I?”
A soft laugh, you give him that while swinging your leg over both his thighs to sit on his lap. Your hands never stop roaming, and he doesn’t seem to mind since his focus is only on you—or rather, on the way your lips move. Since he’s finally had a taste. He’s obvious when he’s high, and you entertain the thought that maybe he’s always wanted to have you like this. That thought makes the room feel a lot hotter than before.
His hands are steady when they trace at your hips. One of them moves to your thigh, just as his arm crosses your lower spine to pull you closer to him, as close as he can, and you initiate another kiss. Open-mouthed. Tongues meeting first, moving slow and sloppy. You allow the saliva under your tongue to mitigate the dry mouth, and it pulls a groan from him.
Your back hits the sofa at some point, no longer sitting on his lap. He slots himself between your legs, pulling his shirt over his body. Short ridges of muscle align his stomach, and a small scar slashes through a section of healed flesh. You know him to be fit, so the sight doesn’t surprise you, but that doesn’t stop you from raking your nails against the newly exposed skin. It flexes and caves under your touch while his sweatpants push to his ankles. Then, he leans over you.
Clothes are scattered everywhere, and one of his hands graze over the dark lace that decorates your chest. He doesn’t look at that, though, he looks at you when he says, “You’re really pretty, you know that?”
He makes work out of removing your matching set while he laps at a soft spot behind your ear. He says it again once you're bare for him, and his handsy tradition doesn't falter as he runs his hands over your tits.
“So fuckin’ pretty.”
His hips rut into you, rubbing the tip of his cock lazily through your folds while he rings his tongue around a nipple. The pad of his thumb works the other, and he laughs into your skin when you arch your back into him. It’s playful, not teasing, but he looks at you with a smirk.
His tongue stops, but his thumb still swipes over a perked nub. “Feels good, huh?”
The couch fabric gives sound to your voiceless head nod, and you mewl when he starts to lick again, closing his mouth around a breast. “Mm-hmm. Feels good. Don’t stop.”
Every touch leaves a tingle, every movement feels long and slow as he alternates between tongue and hand. The gloss that coats his cockhead is a joint effort, and when you begin to rock against him, he groans into your chest. Cold air blows over it when he detaches his lips with a ‘pop’, and his mouth finds yours as the candles start to flicker out—their wicks drowning in the melted wax.
The playlist starts over with songs that sound familiar but it all fades into a hum when Draken latches his lips to yours. Tongue grazing aimlessly over everything it can reach. He wants every bit of you.
You can feel him navigating through the dark, heated fingertips gliding a line down your stomach. It doesn’t take much time to find his place due to how well he’s memorized your curves. He lifts your leg, pushing it close to your stomach while he aligns himself, but he stops.
“Ah. Hold on a minute,” he breathes, dipping down to reach into a pocket of his sweats.
You laugh, lazy and vibrant, when you hear the plastic rattle. Sounding incredulous, and slightly impressed. “You planned this?”
He mumbles defensively, “I always keep a few. Just in case.”
You want to call his bluff, but instead of questioning it you reach for his neck, pulling him into you while he scrambles to open the condom. He moans into your lips as he rolls it on, and pushes himself in, nearly halting when you gasp into his mouth. He tries to ask if you’re alright, but you only wrap your legs around his waist. Pulling him, greedily, deeper into you.
“Ah,” he sighs, fingers digging into the cushion of the sofa. Warm, wavering breaths fan over your neck, giving it a teasing nibble as he burries himself inside, stretching you out. “Fuck, you feel…”
Words are exchanged for focus. With Draken only capable of focusing on one at the moment. His hips draw back, and he hisses at the way you clamp around him.
“‘S so fuckin’ tight,” he finishes, “Feels good, when you do that.”
A slow drive propels him forward, dragging his slightly-curved cock against a spot that makes you keen. He repeats the movement, pushing for the same sound, and you give it. Along with a long moan of his name that rings louder, better, than music.
His mouth never leaves the comfort of your body, and neither does his hands. They fondle your chest, grip at your waist while he dips his cock into you, rolling his hips into yours with every thrust. His patterns make you wonder if he likes the way your voice sounds, because his rhythm changes the second he stops hearing it. He rolls, and then he pounds, but then he undulates and rocks, creating a new song for sybarites when your cunt starts to respond in squelches.
He fills you up easily, kissing the perfect spot with the least amount of effort, but he gives his all—everything he has—in making you see stars. His hand drifts to your clit, rubbing lazy circles while he pants into your neck, savoring the warmth there now that the room bathes in a dark cold. An approving groan rumbles against your throat when your legs tighten around his waist, and you start to spasm.
You gasp. “I’m–!”
Draken rubs messily over your swollen clit. His fingers languid, covered in a sticky substance that belongs to the both of you. Your legs fall to tremble, and your stomach coils, making the rest of your sentence shaky and breathless.
“K-Ken, I’m gonna’ cum.”
By the feel of his own hips stuttering he’s not too far behind, and it might have been his name on your lips that brings him to snap into you one final time.
“F-Fuck. Me too.”
Most of the high is gone, but your thoughts are still hazy–and so is the room as your vision blurs for a moment. He lingers over you, panting for breath as he pulls out. You almost wish the lights were on to see how his chest heaves. His hands feel sweaty when he runs a lazy palm down your arm and rises off the couch.
There’s a minor ring in your ear from the orgasm, and it stifles what Draken tries to mouth to you. He pulls the condom off slowly, and checks it before he disposes it in a small trash can. His sweatpants return to his hips, and he brushes a hand over the top of his head with a sigh.
“What?”
“I can’t find my phone,” he repeats. His hands feel over the table, but he only huffs. Coming up empty. “Think you could call it?”
You feel the couch for yourself, and your fingers run over the cold metal before the screen brightens. His contact is easy to find if you look at your recents. His name shows up the most there, so it’s only a click before an obnoxious ringtone floods the room. It echoes down the hall, and he groans at the sound while you cackle.
“You really kept it?” you say, fully bemused.
Draken shakes his head, but falters with a small grin, “Yeah, I did. It fits.”
It’s the only answer he gives you before disappearing down the hall to get it. The sound of the showerhead tells you that he won’t be coming back for a while, so you nuzzle into a corner of the couch. Ghost touches keep the small hairs along your skin on end. The smile on your face doesn’t seem to dampen either. You attempt to get comfy, cutting the speaker off mid-song in exchange for the television. Paper menus decorate your kitchen table, and you think to go grab one for a late night snack before a deep voice barrels from down the hall.
The door creaks, and the water still runs as he shouts over it. “Hey, you comin’ in?”
(12/17/22) A/N: Bro these fucking titles actually give me second han d embarrassment for my last self, but my past self is still myself, so it gives me first hand embarrassment too. 
Tumblr is so polite; it reminds me of a peaceful healed foreign parent who is loving to their children and everyone who comes into their home . Anyways; here is some old smut I made way back in the day
I’m reposting this piece I did a while back cuz I was jus proofreading over it and I was like “yo if didn’t know this was my writing I’d say this person did a good job”. Therefore I think this should be shared to the world once again because the TR smut on tumblr has not been hitting the same as it was 6 months ago 🤷♀️. (No diss to ppl who r still writing for TR on here, I appreciate you)
A/n: tbh this idea jus sparked in my head while I was going through the TR smut tag sooo yeah 😊 specifically this post by @rxnswhxre this mi
Yasu from Nana is so fine, he’s so amazing and kind and I love him. I’d let him hit no hesitation. I lowkey wanna write a smut piece abt him 😭😭 he literally looks great w or wo sunglasses
Ykw it’s so funny bc I see ppl post smut abt baji and emma and then get mad when someone says “you can’t age up the characters because they not your characters” plus if you block me this post is abt you 😭
I remember someone blocked me cuz they blocked a 15 yr old that interacted w their content and I said they shouldn’t be a hipócrite after writing smut abt baji 🤨🤨💀
This is a going to be a collection of one shots inspired by Miguel’s album, if y’all want a character to be added jus send me a request ig 🤷♀️ it’ll mostly be TR characters if nothing is requested
Sure Thing
All I Want is You
Girl With the Tattoo
Pay Me
Quickie
Girls Like You
Hard Way
Teach Me
Hero
Vixen: Ken Ryuuguji
To the Moon
My Piece
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF MIGUELS SONGS OR ALBUMS THIS IS JUS FOR FUN ALL THE RIGHTFUL RIGHTS GO TO HIM AND HIS COMPANY
Hiya!! Would you mind doing Vixen for Draken for your Miguel fics? Like time skip Draken who’s been working a lot lately and decides to take his woman out and when they get home she gives him a nice show😘😩please and thank you!
A/n: OMG THANK U FOR REQUESTING!! sorry it took awhile for me to post, I was procrastinating 😅
Song Recommendation: Vixen by- Miguel
Play the song when I tell you to.
Content Warnings‼️: Fem!reader, stripping, fellatio, tit job, sperm swallowing, overstimulation (m and f receiving), manhandling, nipple play, riding, vaginal penetration, cervix fucking, size kink, mentions of reader getting pregnant, mommy kink? (Once), facial, and slight angst (lmk if I missed sum)
All I Want is You Masterlist
🚾:4k
Draken had always been a hardworking man in everything he had done, wether it be his friendships, his gang affairs, or his bike shop. This was one of the many characteristics you admired about him, from a young age he had to mature and carry many responsibilities, which in turn led to him rarely getting a break from this reality. You and Ken had been dating for almost a year now and you were always supportive in everything he wanted to pursue, and that included his business he ran with Seishu. Although there were times when you tried to intervene and tried to convince him to take a break and allow himself to relax but he would always brush it off as “it’s just work baby.”
This time though you were able to get Seishu to take over the shop for an entire afternoon and night so you and Draken could spend some quality time together. Ken didn’t know about this until Seishu called in that afternoon telling him he got the day off which made the black haired man furrow his eyebrows.
“You’re not even my boss Inupi, who told you I got the day off?” He asked through his cellphone.
As if on queue you entered the room and responded to his question, “I did.”
Draken turned to look at you now with a more confused look on his face than before. How long has this motherfucker been in my house? He hung up the phone without saying goodbye.
“Ken you’ve been overworking yourself at that shop and haven’t had time to just relax and see your other friends. And… I’ve been feeling neglected by you as well…” You whispered the last bit looking down at your socks.
“Baby I’m sorry… I didn’t know it was hurting you that much, I should’ve asked you.” The dragon man got down to your level with a sad expression and caressed your cheek with his colossal hand. “I’ll make it up to you yeah? I’ll take you out like my girl deserves.”
You looked into his dark eyes and noticed the sheer genuine unapologetic love in them. You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips softly before hugging his neck. He picked you up by having your thighs around his waist as he kissed you back while he pawed at your velvety ass.
“Let’s sleep awhile so that tonight we can stay up all night~” You whispered against the male’s pale pink lips.
He chuckled lowly, causing your stomach to flutter as he flashed you with his charming grin.
“Sounds like a plan baby.”
He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down gently ass you shuffled into the right position. Ken followed as he wrapped his strong biceps around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder…
You hadn’t realized that you had been asleep for eight hours until you checked the time.
20:16
You turned to your side to find that Ken had on an aloof expression as his right forearm rested atop his forehead, his dyed black hair laying down from to his shoulders. You smiled, wishing you had your cell closer to you so you could’ve taken a photo.
You briefly straddled his waist with the least amount of weight you could sit, to sneakily crawl off the bed.
You tiptoed down the hallway to where you left your bag, you sorta predicted that Draken being Ken that he would take you out after telling him you missed him, he’s always been soft like that. Therefore you planned an outfit for the dinner, because when Ken asked you to go out to dinner it wasn’t like going to some Boston Pizza, no he would put his entire drakussy in those dates.
You pulled out the outfit that you had brought and splayed out both of the special pieces.
This part was the one that the public would be able to see (there is no jacket)
and the one that only Ryuuguji could see ♡
You proudly looked over your choices and knew that he would love it, you planned on giving him the night of his life.
You skipped on to his room and secretly put them in the far back of his closet where he kept his high school years clothes. You scurried to the washroom and began running the hot water.
After 25 minutes you were finished with your shower and your skincare. Opening the door allowing the steam to air out, with a towel wrapped around your body, you sauntered back to Ken's room and found that he was sat down on his bed with his large hands rubbing at his eyes.
"Hi baby, how'd you sleep?" You asked while you pushed back his unruly hair to the back.
He inhaled a tired breath, "fine, I was jus wondering where you went but I see now."
"Yeah you should go shower too, and pick out something nice for tonight." You suggested.
"You should pick if out for me, you always pick out nice things."
"Okay Kenny if you insist."
He stood up from the bed as he pet your head and kissed the top of it. Going to leave he didn't go until he gave a playful slap to your ass. You rolled your eyes at his actions and went over to his closet, you found it would work easier if you put on the clothes on first and then do your hair and makeup.
You had finished putting everything on, and the lingerie fit nicely but was sorta hard to put on. Along the way you had also picked out Draken’s fit as well.
Which was this
You really thought his black shiny hair would put it all together. You were now seated on the bed with all your select makeup on the comforter doing it through the camera of your phone. As you were finishing up you looked toward the door as you heard heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom. You found the 6"2 man at the doorway with his beige towel tied lowly on his hips, allowing you to get a clear view of his defined abs, his scar on his stomach from when he was young, and the teasing V line...
"Stop starin'" He snapped you out of the trance and chuckled at your widened eyes as you looked up at him.
"You look amazing y/N, im sorry for not showing you that sooner, but I promise I'm making it up to you tonight." He bent down to peck your lips, careful in not ruining your preferred makeup.
"Ken... You're amazing, honestly and I won't hold anything against you, I'm jus glad that we're spending time together now." You smiled fondly at your boyfriend.
He is getting some good head tonight, that's for sure.
"Okay lemme put on my fit and we can get going once you're done too yeah?"
You hummed know agreement as you finished up your makeup.
Although Draken had his own car now, knowing that his delinquent days were over, he had still kept his Zephyr, it was his baby after all. He hadn't had time to take it out for a ride since he wanted to keep his reputation up as a "well rounded" guy ( he was for the most part ). You could see how much he yearned to take it out of his storage unit so you decided to ask.
"Ken what if we took your bike out to get to the restaurant? I'm sure it'd be faster that way and you can relive old times."
The tall man looked down at you as you two were riding the elevator down to the main floor, his mind flood with unforgettable memories of his teenage years...
"But y/N you haven't ridden one in so long what if-"
"Neither have you, unless you've been taking it out without my knowledge, but for the most part that is just muscle memory. Stop being a miserable old man and take me out on your motorcycle Draken." You huffed.
He flinched a little at hearing you use his famous nickname. "Damn, okay if you insist."
You smiled at his submissiveness to your assertive demeanour.
After waiting in the lobby for him to return with the bike you found him outside of the doors leaning pridefully on his Zephyr with a large grin on his face. It still looked as though it had when he was fifteen.
"We're both getting on this thing with helmets on Ken." You sternly admitted.
"But-" You looked up at him with a scowl at his immediate excuses whilst you examined a helmet in your hands.
"Okay..." He blubbered as he straddled the bike as you handed him a helmet that might've been a little too tight on him, but it was a safety thing nonetheless. He started the engine and you hurriedly got on as well, not caring about your dress riding up your hips. You wrapped your arms around his built waist and let him know you were ready.
The man had a large grin on his face as he began speeding up through the dim streets of Tokyo, letting his dyed hair blow ( in your face) through the brisk air. He was extremely thankful for you and this was just another gesture that proved it.
Finally you two arrived at the restaurant, Ken parked his bike down in the parking lot whilst you got off and re-adjusted the dress. He finished that up and you wrapped your arms around his large bicep with a giddy smile on your face.
"Good evening, reservation under Ryuuguji Ken."
The front desk person nodded and led you to your table, you were confronted with a beautiful set up booth, there was your favourite wine and garlic bread awaiting you two. The person placed the menus on the table and allowed you to sit.
"I'll get a waiter assigned to your table soon Mr and Mrs Ryuuguji." They walked off.
"Y/N Ryuuguji? I like it." Ken smirked as he wrapped his large hand around your hip as you sifted through the menu.
"Wow Kenny didn't know you wanted to marry me so bad." You teased as you looked up to his beaming face.
"Of course I do, I also wanna have my kids with you. How many do you want?"
"Who said I wanted them?" You tested.
"That's okay too, but with your genes they would turn out amazing."
"I'm just kidding Ken, I'd only want you to get me pregnant. Soooo maybeeee 2?"
"Sure gorgeous." He kissed your forehead and reached for the wine. Pouring you and him a glass.
You thanked him and took a sip as you looked around the restaurant, it had iridescent chandeliers under every table, and lots of different shades of red and gold. Other couples were seated patiently or already eating.
"Hello, I'll be your server this evening what could I get you? Or would you like more time?"
"Ermmm I think I have what I want, what about you Ken?"
"Me too."
You both ordered and the server nodded their head and walked off to where you could only assume was the kitchen.
After some time you received your orders and asked the server to take a picture of the two of you to have this memory on your phone. Your body was right next to his, his large hand holding you tight against his body by your hip. He had that boyish grin on his face that always warmed your heart, since he would only show that expression when he was truly comfortable and happy.
"Thank you." You told the waiter as they handed back your phone and nodded compliantly. "Thank you Kenny, I'm so happy." You beamed.
"Me too baby. I love you." Draken had learnt from his past experiences that it's okay to tell the people you love that you love them, since you never know when it'll be too late to tell them...
Ryuuguji had been adamant on not allowing you to know what the bill's total was, saying that it was his treat and didn't wanna stress you.
You two got back to his apartment and you were anticipating showing him your grand scheme soon... Once he had opened the door to his room, you were hastily situating him on his queen sized bed.
"What's with the rush y/N? "m not goin' anywhere." He murmured with concern as he ran his coarse hands down your smooth sides.
"I know... I've jus been waiting to do this all night Ken..." You whispered as your hands were on his shoulders. "So just let me take care of you... Kay?"
At this point the man knew where this was going, and he could feel his excitement growing...
k play the song.
Let's play a little game
Just between you and I
Obviously physical...
The only light being provided was the one from the hallway seeping into the open door. You backed away from his seated figure and sensually stripped off the spaghetti straps off your slim fitting black dress. Draken could see the straps of the lingerie peaking out the dress. His stare showing how awestruck he was of you...
To please and entertain...
Finally the dress was forgotten on the floor, while the necklace on your unmarked neck gleamed alongside your hoop earrings.
You will get the spotlight all night
You stepped toward the black haired man once again as you leaned your face in to teasingly place two pecks on the sides of his mouth, he tried chasing your plush lips but you just smirked and turned around. You let him get a full view of your ass, as your fingers clawed at the flesh, which in turn revealed that the lingerie had a pussy slit giving Draken a perfect view of what was waiting for him, hole clenching in anticipation.
You turned back to face him and ran your hands down your front, letting them roam a little longer around your breasts. As your hands went further down so did your body, you were shimming to the floor. Your hands then finally rested on Ken's knees, as yours were planted to the floor. With doe eyes and a sultry look on your face, you unbuckled his black belt letting the clinking of it fill the thick air. Once it was loose you unbuttoned his pants, urging him to shuffle out of them. Now the only thing in the way was his unbranded navy blue boxers, you could see the protruding bulge waiting to be set free.
You pushed down on his stomach to make him lay on his forearms, he submissively agreed letting you do whatever your heart desired. After pulling the entirety of his pants down and on the ground you decided to tease him a little. You spread his thighs farther apart with your delicate hands not daring to break eye contact. You crawled on top of him, hovering your heat right beneath his clothed cock as you pulled his turtleneck over his head, leaving him in only his boxers. You cupped his face as your mouth explored his long neck, littering kisses and nipping bites. Draken slid his hands down your arms, unsure of where else he should put them. Your lips kissed down his pecks and to his sternum. Finally you slid down his boxers, beholding his massive erect penis.
You're always down for something new...
It had been a while since you saw it, but nonetheless never failed to get you excited and drooling. Your left hand grabbed hold of the top which caused Ken to flinch at the sudden touch, you smirked at his reaction as your hand began stroking his cock gently. Your right hand then unclasped the straps of where it was holding your boobs up, once both were undone your tits bounced out, your nipples already perked up and hard. The tip was oozing thick pre, with a pointed tongue you kitten licked the cum away, tasting the familiar bittersweet fluid. He had been taking deep breaths in and out of his nose to control his sexual tendencies. Your right hand went down to his large balls and began fondling them, as you encased his length inside your mouth. Draken winced at the slick interior. You swirled your tongue around the tip for a few moments before then moving your head up and down his three inch girth. Having been used to his cock already you had no problem downing it like a shot of tequila. You set a
rhythmic pace to his cock, allowing it to get sloppy your saliva seeping out of your mouth.
"Fuck you're so good at this baby, can suck dick like a cockhungry slut yeah?"
This egged you on, going back to the tip to suckle on it. As you were focusing on the tip your hands twisted at the base and squeezed his balls. Ken could feel his body on fire and his balls tightening as your ministrations continued. He couldn't contain himself anymore as he fisted your hair in his large hand, to which he began moving your head up and down his length rapidly, reaching him closer to his impending orgasm.
You will be my vixen
Finally he came down your mouth as cum dribbled down your mouth attempting to drink up all of it.
Delivering a captivating performance everytime...
"Fuck you did so well angel, loved it so-so much." Draken breathed as he sifted through your tangled hair. You opened your mouth at his praise as you looked up at him, letting him know that you downed all his seed. Your eyes shifted to those of a siren as he saw mischief in your eyes, as your mind thought of something else.
You shuffled up to his torso so your mouth was kissing his bellybutton and you wrapped your soft boobs between his cock like a hotdog. Your hands squished it as your chest began lifting itself up to then bring itself back down. Draken whimpered at the overstimulation, he tried to take your hands off him but you wouldn't budge.
"Fuck! "m still sensitive y/N, s-stop please." His pleading was so cute.
You detached yourself off his tip to respond, "I said let me take care of you Ken." In a way you were doing it for your benefit more than his, loving to see powerful big men crumble and whimper, but at least he got to cum once more out of it.
You could tell he was close once again because of the shallow breaths coming out of his mouth. Whilst still moving your upper body up you tweaked at your nipples to give you some more pleasure.
"Shit— I'm gonna cum y/N! Fuck! Shit shit shit shit!" And he stuck to his word, spurts of seed shot down your esophagus and with welcoming arms you gripped his hips to steady yourself.
You got off his dick and panted out breaths. He didn't even give you time to recover before he lifted you from your knees and sat you right on his erection. You gasped at how wet you were and how easy the entrance was to your hole.
"K-ken! Y-you're so big! C-can't do it." You cried as your head fell onto his shoulder. Suddenly his hands were pulling your hips up and down his length.
"Since you wanna act like a little brat, I can fuck you like a whore." His eyes no longer held the adoration and love he had in his eyes everytime they were on you, now they were full of lust and frustration (whether it was sexual or not you don't know).
Usually Ken would prep you to take his 8 incher but he had already been impatient since you got back home so he couldn't care less. Your cunt was vice gripping his cock, allowing him to feel all of your ridges and velvet edges.
"Just cause your pussy is pretty doesn't mean that I'll go easy on it." He began to mark your neck by littering red hickeys that would turn purple in the morning on it.
Your hands were planted firmly on his broad shoulders trying to get some sort of balance by the rapid thrusting of his cock in your heat. Your jaw was hanging low nothing but whimpers and wanton moans slipping out. Draken had let one of his hands roam from your hip to your nipple, twisting and tugging at it. Your hands went to tug on his black locs, undoing his bun in the process, your mouth right against his ear, letting him hear all the sweet sounds of pleasure he was fucking out of you. He was hitting your G spot making youu become more breathless. His hips were thrusting with fervor desperate to get himself to his third orgasm and give you one as well.
The sound of skin on skin plus each other's moans were the only thing filling the hot air in the man's bedroom. Draken's large cock began hitting your cervix forcing you to cry out from the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort.
"K-Ken! "m Gonna cum! Please!"
"I know baby, jus look at where I am in your tummy." You simultaneously looked down to where you two were connected and found that his cock was outlined on your stomach, right past your bellybutton to be exact. He pushed against your stomach, which made your pelvis thrust up. A broken moan fell from your lips, before you could protest and further Draken forcefully turned you on your back, not letting his penis slip out of your cunt. He hastily placed your legs over his shoulders as he planted his hands at the sides of your shoulders. While still fucking into you he chased after your lips to then capture them in a passionate sensual kiss (make-out sesh). Your eyes closed shut knowing that your orgasm was coming at you quickly. One particularly forceful thrust that bruised your cervix and made you break off the kiss made you cum.
"Fuck! KEN!" You squealed. You came so much in fact that it pushed his member out of your sopping hole. The ex gang member was still chasing after his high that he fisted his cock and slid his thumb over his tip whilst also overstimulating your clit in the process. Your legs began to twitch and you whined, trying to push away his hand but to no avail.
Thick long spurts of cum landed on your sweaty face, some almost getting caught in your eye, his low groans coaxing you and him gently down from your releases. Draken let go of his limp cock and brought his hands to the sides of your head to examine you better. Your face was always such a site to look at but your face covered in his cum just made Draken's blood flood to his dick.
"Wow baby, you did so well f"me wanna get you cleaned up yeah? Then we can go to bed?"
"N-No..." You breathed, placing your hands on his broad chest looking up at your boyfriend with a pouty expression.
"No?"
"I wanna go another round Ken... please? Want your cock again, want you to cum in me this time..." You pleaded shamelessly as if you were asking for some candy.
The man's eyes widened at your statement but quickly welcomed it. "Yeah? My pretty girl wants me to make her a mommy? Can't get enough of my cock?" He asked condescendingly.
You nodded quickly and swiped your thumb across your white covered cheek, sticking your tongue out to lick up the residue of Ryuuguji's cum. You smiled sultrily up at the man above you. He watched in awe... You two were goin to have a long night, why else would you take a nap in the middle of the afternoon?
Just thinking about your fave being amused by your first time giving them head. He’s just so big, his prominent veins making it so intimidating for you to just start.
“Go on, you can do it.” He coaxed.
With still so much hesitation you sat between his legs and began lightly licking up on the said veins, you peered up at him to find a lazy grin playing at his lips. You swirl your tongue around his flushed tip and sucked ever so slightly, as you detach yourself from his dick you find pre spilling out of his head. You look up at him once more with nervous doe eyes, to which he returns the look with a small smirk.
“Can’t take it baby? Too big for you?”
You pout at his cockiness and mumble out a response, before going down to his balls and licked one long stripe on the underside of his comically large penis, before settling on the tip and sucking harshly. He winces at the sudden pleasure and grits his teeth, making you smile under your breath. With a deep breath in through your nose and back out you sunk your throat down the entirety of his cock. You felt yourself start to cough, his head blocking your airway. They put their hand on the top of your head before you could back out, practically choking you he gently starts to lift your head back up giving you a moment of breath before sinking you down hastily back down.
“See baby it wasn’t so hard, I’ll let you do it yourself now.” He caressed your hair momentarily before he went back to putting his arms behind his head.
You sputtered out breaths and coughs before calming down, you quickly figured he liked it deep and messy. You repeated what you did the first time but this time you wouldn’t hold back. You ensured your tongue was slippery enough as your mouth was assaulting his dick. Your inexperience causing you to gag involuntarily. He watched as your filthy mouth was filling up the room with lewd noises. He smiled at how desperate and eager you were to please and pleasure him just like they had done with you.
“Such a cock hungry bitch aren’t ya?”
You hummed, causing him to jolt into your mouth from the vibrations. This gave you a sense of pride which in turn made you go faster. His orgasm was approaching quicker than it ever had before. He pushed down on your head once more not allowing you to move as your tongue still lathered around his dick, without warning he came down your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow his hot seed.
He was breathing shallowly through his mouth, with a light blush blessing his features. Once he knew you had taken it all he let go of your head. Looking up at him expecting a comment on your performance.
“Fuck, didn’t know you could suck cock like that baby.”
This is an alternative ending from this one shot, in which you decided to not fw Ran anymore and read Kakucho’s response to your message, to which you and Kaku become intimate…(pretend that he’s 18 in the Rokuhara Tandai but looks like he looks in Bonten)
Content warnings ‼️: fem!reader, softdom!Kakucho, fellatio, exhibition, vaginal penetration, fingering, finger sucking, cunnilingus, squirting, cockwarming, overstimulation (m and f receiving), belly bulge, nipple play (f receiving), cervix fucking, breeding kink, creampie, praise kink (f receiving), teasing degrading ifywim, mention of subspace, maybe a lil OOC? (lmk if I missed sum)
A/n: fun fact! Marijuana improves blood sugar control and studies show that it gives lower levels of insulin resistance by 17%, so basically you have less chances of becoming diabetic if ur a 🍃 user
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"I hate you." Your eyes started welling up with tears, your eyes becoming glossy, you sniffled as you covered your arm over your mouth. Ran turned to look at you and propped himself up on his elbow to look at you better. The tears were now rolling down your cheeks.
"Hey, hey baby what's wrong? Why're you crying?" He asked concerned.
You took in breaths of air trying to say the words without sounding like a complete idiot out of breath.
"I-I hate that I'll never be able to let go of you... even after you get sick of me I'll still be in love with you..."
Ran's eyes widened at your sudden confession, he wiped his chin off on his forearm and spoke, "y/N... I'd never get sick of you." His eyebrows furrowed at the very thought. "I've loved you since the first time I got into your car after that night... you're so beautiful and intelligent, I could write essays on how much I love you and why." He rambled.
"Then why haven't you ever asked me out on a proper date? Or asked me to be your partner? You've only shown me your 'love' through materialistic things Ran... how am I supposed to believe you?"
"I'm an asshole, an idiot, a bastard, but I never want you to think that I don't love you y/N. I was afraid you'd say no if I asked, or you'd be weirded out if I showed you how I truly feel and care about you, so gifts were the only way I knew how to show you."
"You should've just had the balls and told me. You shouldn't have had to make me go crazy over you.." You sniffled. Ran opened his arms signalling for you to let him hold you, you shuffled into Ran's warm arms as he gently wrapped them around your bare back. He kissed the top of your head as he threaded your hair through his fingers.
"I'm sorry y/N, but I'm telling you now and I hope you'll still take me..." He whispered onto the top of your scalp.
You thought for a few moments, basking in the last few moments of being so close and intimate with Ran. You knew that you deserved so much better. Although you loved Ran Haitani... you knew what was best for you.
"No." You said, pulling yourself off of his grasp. You sat up from your bed and covered your breasts.
"W-what? Y/N come on I love you, you don't mean it." He argued sitting up as well trying to look you in the eye, but you looked away from his violet orbs.
"I love you too Ran but I'm not someone you can just keep around for this long. Instead of making bullshit excuses you should've just asked me. You were too late."
"Y/N-"
"Please leave. I don't wanna fight, I'm tired and need you to leave before I say something I regret. I said that after tonight we would be over and I meant it."
"Stop being difficult y/N let's talk it out, please." He pleaded as he put his large hand on your thigh.
You pried his hand off of you and stood up toward your door, "please leave Ran. You had your chance and clearly you didn't take it."
"I'm not leaving." He blurted with his arms crossed against his broad chest.
You sighed, you were seriously tired and you couldn't deal with his shit right now. "Fine."
You walked into your closet and pulled some sweatpants over your bare lower body then a sweatshirt over your upper half. You walked back to your bed where Ran still sat dumbfounded, you grabbed your phone and looked back at him.
"I'm gonna use that car for the last time tonight but don't worry tomorrow morning it's yours again." You turned your back to him and went toward the door until you felt him grab onto your wrist.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going y/N?"
"You lost the right to know a while ago Haitani." You shook his hand off of you and went out into the hallway. He obviously followed after you spewing words at you.
"Y/N think rationally, let's talk about it, just come back to bed and we can cuddle and tomorrow I can take you out to-"
"I said no Ran. Learn how to accept it. If you don't wanna leave MY home then fine. But when I come back I don't want you to be here." You turned back to him looking back at him fiercely.
"But I love you... Don't leave me... please..." He begged with a broken voice.
If you hadn't been so damn tired maybe you'd had broke and let him take you back to bed.
"Sucks. Night Haitani." You slipped on your slides and grabbed your keys closing the front door behind you. Leaving a naked emotional Ran in your apartment. He punched the wall in frustration, leaving a hole in it... (comin out of your security deposit)
You were back downstairs to where you briefly remembered parking your car and pressed the lock button, hearing the beeping and seeing the flicking of the lights. You scurried over to the driver door and slid inside. The interior still smelling of marijuana you rolled down the windows allowing the late night air flow inside. You check your phone and noticed the time read 4:18am
"Shit..." you muttered in disbelief. It was practically the early morning. You saw below the seven messages four from Kakucho and three from Rindou, you clicked on the young Haitani's name and quickly inserted your passcode to load in the notifications.
Rindou 🤥
Yo y/N Ran is going over to your place be prepared he looked rough asf.
11:28pm
Ik y'all will prolly jus fuck so I'm not too worried
11:30pm
That girl that was sitting on him is whining abt how he left and shit and how you slapped her. So annoying.
12:58am
You replied back
Rin me and him are over. I never wanna see that fuckers face again.
4:35am
You clicked out of your chat and went to Kakucho's newfound messages, albeit a little scared on how he would react to the unsolicited porn he received earlier in the night... You took a deep breath and read what he said.
Kakucho
.....
1:21am
Uhh... yeah I think he might be a lil bigger than me but nothing too drastic you know?
1:30am
Where you serious about wanting to see mine?
1:56am
Unless that was just like a kink or fetish of yours then forget I said anything...
2:00am
You sighed in relief at his response, he didn't sound mad, just confused but you'd take that response over being disgusted any day.
Hi Kaku sry for responding late... No it wasn't a kink or anything but I cut things off w Ran so if ur offer is still up I would like to see more than your cock ;)
4:38am
You turnt your phone off and put your hands firmly on the expensive steering wheel sighing from your fatigue. Man I just wanna sleep.
You were trying to think of where to go, but your mind kept leading back to the Haitanis. You had made a few friends in high school but you didn't bother to keep in touch with them. You settled to find a 24 hour conviene store and splurge on some snacks by then until you either found a place to stay or knew Ran had left yours.
After 15 minutes of driving by the streets of Tokyo and watching the early sunrise through the comfort of your tinted window you got out of the car and walked into the store, you were greeted by a middle aged looking East Asian man. You picked out your favourite snacks under the fluorescent bright lights, as you got the back where the cold drinks were. You quickly picked out whatever drink caught your eye and went to go pay upfront.
"Good morning ma'am." The man politely greeted.
"Hi, just these please." You responded.
He rung up all your items and you paid in cash and walked out with a plain plastic bag. You slid inside the interior and closed the door. You opened the snacks and began munching on them while admiring the Color's of yellow orange and red paint the Japanese sky.
You look at your phone screen to then see that Kakucho had responded back to your message.
Kakucho
Oh I'm sorry y/N are you okay? Come over to my place you can talk to me about it
4:56am
He then gave you his address, which you quickly put in your GPS and began driving on the way there.
You finally got to the destination and found an bunch of apartment complexes, after some time for looking at the one he said he lived in.
You parked the car in the visitor parking and walked inside the main lobby pressing on the apartment number so he could buzz you in. You heard the intercom connecting you and he spoke with his soft spoken deep voice.
"Y/N?"
"Hi Kaku, thank you for inviting me."
"No problem y/N, just come up." He buzzed you in as you simultaneously pulled open the door.
You got up on the elevator and pressed on the 5th floor. You waited patiently and got out as you walked down the bright hallway. You got to his door and knocked on the mahogany coloured door.
Kakucho opened the door after a minute and his eyes looked heavy with sleep and his middle parted hair was in disarray. His mouth upturned as he gave you a small smile ushering you inside. He pointed at his plain soft brown couch to allow you to sit. You sat down while he stood a few feet in front of you.
He was shirtless, his tall figure giving way to his toned stomach as well, wearing those classic blue flannel patterned pyjamas hanging low on his waist which give you a clear view of his defined v line...
"Hey y/N how are you? Do you wanna talk about what happened tonight?" You were snapped out of your gawking at his body as he spoke.
"O-oh I'm sorry for bothering you at such an irregular time Kaku... and "m sorry for sending you that video... I was really angry with him." You apologized looking down at your lap.
His stoic demeanour faltered a little as he saw your genuine sincerity, he quickly sat beside you to comfort you.
"Hey hey don't worry y/N I invited you here cause I wanted you to come, and don't apologize for that video, it was unexpected but it was enjoyable seeing you take power over one of the most powerful men in Tokyo..." He complimented with admiration.
You looked up at him as his thin lips formed a welcoming genuine smile, you gave one back and chuckled a little.
"That sounded so masochistic of you Kaku, do you have some fucked up fantasies or what?" You playfully replied.
He thought for a moment looking at his popcorn ceiling. "Maybe. I haven't been with enough people to tell really."
You placed your left hand over his right and leaned in a little, looking into both his eyes, even examining the lightning shaped scar on his left side.
"I could help you figure it out Kaku... If you'd let me of course, if you want to remain friends that's fine too." You suggested.
"I would like that y/N... Maybe we could have what you and him had going on before..." He commented.
"Maybe... but I hope that if you actually like me that you won't be a coward to ask me out on a date or be yours." You urged.
At this point Kakucho had placed both his hands in yours, "y/N I don't know what the fuck is wrong with Ran for not asking you to date him sooner but I assure you I am not insane like him."
For some reason that statement gave you so much emotion to course through your veins that your eyes began welling with tears for the second time that night. You let go of his hands and wrapped your arms around his chest to cry into his neck, he gently pulled you onto his lap as you straddled himself while he laid back on the cushions holding you tightly within his strong arms.
You sniffled, "t-thank you Kaku for being here for me... yo-you're so kind." You cried onto his bare shoulder, feeling his skin dampening.
He was shushing you as he stroked your hair and his other hand was on your lower back. "It's okay y/N I'll always be here when you need me."
"D-do you promise?" You stuttered lifting your head from his shoulder looking at him with red glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.
"Of course, you are a valued person in my life."
More tears began to stream, needless to say that your emotions were running rampant.
You sucked in a breath and spoke, "t-then I'll be here for you when you need me k-Kaku, you don't always have to keep holding things in."
He pecked your forehead and smiled again, "thank you y/N, I won't if I can count on you now..."
You kissed his cheek lovingly and placed your head in the crook of his neck again, trying to calm yourself down.
Kakucho stood up while still holding you and you hung onto him like a koala.
"Let's go to bed y/N, I bet you haven't slept in a while."
"B-but don't you have gang stuff to do?" You whispered.
"Don't worry, I just have to go to a meeting at three in the afternoon so we can hang out for a while."
You got to his room and observed that he was a very minimalistic man, having a queen sized bed with grey linen, a plain black desk that had a few books and notebooks along with a rectangular picture frame that you recognized as the blind man as a small boy next to a Filipino looking boy, then a small closet in the middle of the wall.
Kakucho carefully placed you on the bed then covered you under the warm covers.
"Do you need anything?" He asked softly. You shook your head in disagreement. He nodded and got into bed himself, facing you the entire time.
"Can you hold me Kakucho? Please?"
Without second thought he opened his arms enough for you to wiggle into them, he then placed his hands over your belly, his chin over your right shoulder, and wrapped one of his legs over your hips.
The warm embrace brought you comfort as it quickly lulled you to a peaceful slumber...
You woke up still in Kakucho's hold, his cool breaths hitting your neck, tickling you slightly. Unaware of what time it was you slowly pulled out your cell to look at the time, 12:41pm
You unwrapped his arms off of you with ease and crawled over his body to get out of the bed. You tiptoed out of his room as you heard shuffling from his body, you looked back behind you to find he had an arm over his head and the other in his stomach, he looked beautiful as the thin curtains let the afternoon sun soak through the material and onto his scarred face.
You went to go find the bathroom and finally looked in a mirror after hours of not knowing what you looked like. Your hair was ruffled up and your eyes were filled with drowsiness, but the sleep had definitely done you some good. You sat on the toilet and looked around at the bathroom that was surprisingly neat, you finished pissing and washed your hands.
You walked down to the kitchen and went to open the refrigerator to see what Kakucho had to eat. The inside was filled with necessities, so no snacks or junk food you could really see, he didn't have a pantry so you thought he would have spices in a small drawer or cabinet so you went searching for that. You were careful to not be noisy. Finally you found a drawer filled with the basic spices. You had a lot of time alone so you learnt how to cook for your own sake, even with only having 5 ingredients. Being around the Haitani's as well also made you know how much portions you would need to make, considering they ate as though they were five huskies.
As you were grabbing all the things you were going to make you heard footsteps coming toward you. You turned around from the counter and saw Kakucho with his adorable bed head and his arms stretching above his head while yawning deeply. You smiled.
"Hey y/N what're you doing?"
"It was supposed to be a surprise and make you breakfast in the middle of the day to thank you for letting me stay, but you woke up." You pouted.
"Haha it's okay, you don't have to thank me for anything, your presence is enough." He walked over to you as he placed his nimble strong hands on the sides of your love handles. "Instead of staying here and making me breakfast let me take you out to lunch. I insist."
"But-"
"You get no say in this. C'mon you can borrow some of my clothes." He pulled you by your hand, leaving the forgotten ingredients on the counter.
After changing out of your clothes and getting ready to leave, Kakucho leads the way out of his apartment and down to the basement where he leaves his bike.
"Unlike all the other members I still prefer to use my motorcycle."
"I don't mind, I haven't ridden a motorcycle in a while so it'll be nice to relive the experience."
He handed you a helmet while he went without one (typical of gang members). He got on and then signalled for you to hop on as well.
You rode through the bustling streets of Tokyo, remembering how nice it felt to be the passenger on a motorcycle, always having this sense of unknowing.
After about forty minutes you arrived to where Kakucho had suggested eating. You both got off as you observed your surroundings, you had never been around here before or maybe you had and hadn't remembered.
"This is Kohaku, it's a lesser known restaurant I'd say and they're pretty chill, it's one of my favourite spots."
"If you say so Kaku..."
You had entered the restaurant and immediately the vibes in there were so calm and relaxing, instantly putting you in a better mood.
The bill had come out to be 12578.42 ¥, you had insisted on paying your half but Kakucho refused to let you.
"You didn't have to.." You said as you were heading back to his bike.
"Don't worry y/N, you're always so worried about stuff but I invited you so it's my treat." He reassured. "But unfortunately I do have to go to a meeting now, South will beat my ass if I'm not there on time."
"Can I come?" You asked softly, looking up at him with doe eyes.
"Uh... um well if you want to I guess you could? I'd have to ask, if you can't then you would have to wait inside of a cafe or something. If that's alright with you." He explained with flustered cheeks.
"Okay~"
You had finally arrived at the Rokuhara hideout and were walking shoulder to shoulder with Kakucho. You were brought with seeing a seven foot figure. Immediate intimidation set inside your body, not daring to let your eyes stray away from the top of its head. Ran had told you about Terano but never went into depth about it, telling you that it wasn't smart of him to allow you to get involved in gang shit.
"Kakucho. Who is this?" His voice was low and fear inducing. Finally you got a clear view of this man's face. Man bun, green circular eyes, and the most noticable feature of all was his large face tattoo that went down to his neck.
"This is y/N I was wondering if they could just stay here while I finish up this meeting?" He asked, you could notice the slight tremble of his hands but didn't question it.
He hummed at his question, "that depends... Are you a snitch y/N? Do I have to worry about you ratting me out?" He said as he lowered his torso down to your level.
You had dealt with many intimidating people and the best line of action that you always took was to never break eye contact.
"No sir, I'm not new to gangs, I've had friends who have been involved in them. And either way its never been my place to go tell other people's business." You confidently replied to him.
"I hope you stick to your word... wouldn't wanna hurt such a pretty face, it'd be a shame." He lifted his hand up to your face and roughly patted it, you winced at the sudden contact but let him do it none the less.
The meeting had started in the shabby dirty warehouse, thankfully they had places to sit. You situated yourself atop Kakucho's lap waiting for it to begin.
"Tch* those Haitani's are always fucking late. I should knock some sense into them again." South scoffed.
Your eyes perked up at the mention of the Haitani's, nervous to see the braided man again. Suddenly you heard two pairs of footsteps walk toward the meeting table from behind you.
"If you guys don't have a good fucking reason as to why you-" Terano stopped as soon as he saw Ran.
"Fuck man you look terrible."
Everyone turned around to look, his usual braid were unmade just like you had left them the night before,(making you realize you still had his hair ties around your wrist) his hair looked tangled, his eyes were sleep deprived, and his usual lazy smirk was replaced with a miserable frown. Rindou looked fine, he had his hands in his pockets while he looked at his brothers back in concern.
"Yeah we're sorry we're late, Ran was dealing with some shit." Rindou apologized. You turned your body back upfront not letting Ran notice your concern.
"Yeah yeah... just don't let it happen again. I would beat your asses but Ran looks like someone did the job for me already." South criticized. "Anyways sit your asses down and let's begin the meeting! VIDDO!!!"
The brothers sat down directly across from you and Kakucho, they immediately noticed your presence, and your promiscuous position. Ran's shoulder visibly slumped and his eyes lowered down to his hands, as Rindou just let his eyes wander between the two of you.
You turned your head to whisper something to Kakucho, "hey I'm gonna step out for a moment kay?"
"Sure y/N the bathroom is to your left."
You stepped off his lap and walked in the direction of the brothers and you walked off to the washroom, you could tell that a pair of eyes were eyeing you down. You got to the bathroom and pulled down your borrowed slacks to then slip off your panties, you then ripped a hole through the crotch area so it wouldn't be visible when you walked back.
Sorry Kaku.
You made sure that it perfectly gave you a view of your hole. You walked back to the meeting area and gave a quick head nod of acknowledgment to South before you sat back down on Kakucho's lap.
"You wanna try something Kaku?" You whispered into his ear as he placed his hands on your hips. He thought for a moment, hesitant on what you were going to say next.
"...okay"
"Pull your cock out baby."
Kakucho's eyebrows furrowed at your crudeness. But he discreetly undid his sweatpant string and pulled it down enough for you to be able to see his flaccid penis. You were hyper aware of everyone, ensuring that all their eyes were on their leader and nothing more, you didn't dare look in HIS direction. As you spread your legs a little farther apart you slowly inserted his member through the makeshift hole and then inside your warm cunt. It was a tight fit and you could feel it start to grow inside you as you were easing it in, your cunt unconsciously clenching already, you heard Kakucho lowly wince.
"Ease up princess, pussy clenching me so tight."
You could feel arousal pooling in your core after his words. He settled to grab hold of his cock while you sunk the rest of it down, finally you could feel some of your slick lubing up his cock to allow the stretch to not hurt as much. Finally your hole was down to his pelvis, you felt so full, his cock had to be about six to seven inches long at least, his girth was that of two inches. You were getting restless already, rotating your hips counterclockwise to find some sort of relief.
"Y-you're so big Kaku..." You breathed as you leaned your head back on his shoulder.
"Sorry baby but you wanted this so now you'll have to fucking take it." He taunted. "And stop moving around, you'll make me cum."
"Can't help it... "m so full..."
"Really? Let's see how full."
Before you could question his words he pressed down on your stomach causing your back to fully hit his chest. He was bouncing his fingers up and down on your lower abdomen, you could feel him almost to where your bellybutton was at.
"Fuuckkk you feel that princess? My cock is buried so deep inside this pussy, I love it so much, s-shit stop squeezing me."
"I wanna cum Kaku.."
"Wait until this meeting is over baby." He lulled you into a subspace while everyones voices muffled...
"THAT FINISHES THE MEETING FOR TODAY! WE WILL WIN THE THREE DEITIES WAR!!! VIIIIDOOO."
Terano's loud ass voice startled you from your unconsciousness, causing your cunt to clench and your body to stir in the partially blind man's lap. He firmly gripped your hips to prevent further movement.
"Hahaha I can't believe your bitch fell asleep Kakucho. Now I don't have to worry about them snitching." South chortled as he shook your shoulder roughly. "Anyways, you're all free to leave. As for the Haitani's you guys will be staying here and I'm making you do the paperwork I'm too lazy to do."
"Kaku let's go to the bathroom please..." You pleaded.
He nodded but not before he slowly took himself out of you, your jaw slightly hung low at the sudden emptiness in your vagina, quickly grabbing onto his wrist.
"Stop clenching me y/N." You attempted to unclench and let yourself go and Kakucho was finally able to put his penis back into his sweatpants. Once you knew he was secured you pulled him up from his seat and ran to the bathroom. Ran watched as he saw you frantically running with blind boy trailing behind.
"They're gonna fuck." Rindou bluntly observed as he had his glasses at the tip of his nose whilst bending over a pile of paper.
Ran looked at his brother and scowled, "kill yourself."
And right he was...
You finally got to the bathroom and hastily closed the door as you pushed Kakucho against the wall, passionately kissing on his neck, his breathing quickly became shallow. You began grinding your heat against his erection. He gripped onto your hips while doing the same. You laced your fingers through his soft locs allowing yourself to slot your tongue inside his mouth. Kakucho was getting impatient, so he began tugging down on your slacks.
You gave him the signal to allow him to take it off, he quickly unbuttoned them and zipped them down to your knees, you hastily kicked them off along with your shoes. Kakucho broke off the kiss to take off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He began to kissed you again, only briefly detaching your lips to come up for air. He was fondling your ass and even giving it playful slaps, feeling it recoil under his palms.
"C"mon baby let me get you onto the sink." Kakucho breathed onto your lips.
You did a little jump into his arms and he carried you a few steps until he placed you atop of the sink. Kakucho moved from your lips to your neck, placing small hickeys and occasionally nipping at the skin. You lifted your arms up as Kakucho swiftly pulled the white top over your head, your pretty tits bouncing out the shirt. Kakucho lowered his head to your already hardening nipples, his sultry eyes looking down at your red face and heaving lips. He grinned as he sucked on your areola.
"You're so beautiful princess, don't know how you hadn't been cuffed sooner." He slurped on his own saliva while still stimulating your nipple. You moaned in response.
He let go of your nipple and was leaving featherlight kisses down the valley in between your tits, slowly going down to your sternum until he sensually began teasing your clit through your panties.
"You're so cock hungry aren't you y/N? Cutting a hole in my pants just so you could put my dick in you? What a slut." He put the fabric to the side allowing him to get a better view, your hole was sopping out translucent pre, which Kakucho began lubricating your cunt with it. He lathered it around your labias with his index and middle finger, you were slightly twitching your hips away from his hold.
"Y-yeah couldn't wait... to ha- have your cock m-IE!"
He chuckled at your response. "All in good time baby, but first I have to ease you up, your pussy is a tight fit." He finished up lubing your genital and then stuck his two fingers inside you, luckily it wasn't too much trouble. His fingers began pumping in and out of you at such a slow pace that you almost couldn't feel a thing, therefore your hips started bucking for more friction. The middle parted man grabbed hold of your thighs, as he put both over his shoulders. He began kissing up on your right inner thigh while his right hand still teased at your hole. His mouth getting dangerously close to your sex.
"Stop teasing Kaku... please."
He quickly went back up to your face to lightly peck your nose and picked up the pace with his fingers.
"Okay princess anything for you." As he pecked your lips, and went down on your pussy. His mouth latched onto your clitoris and his long fingers were brushing up your cervix, your moans becoming a mix of whimpers as well. His thin lips practically making out with the rest of your sex. One of your hands grabbed hold of the faucet to steady yourself, whilst the other grabbed onto his black silky hair. His digits began curling up against your ribbed walls allowing you to feel them a lot better.
"Please... please nghhh- don't stop-"
Your words encouraged Kakucho to go faster, allowing you to reach your high faster. Your legs began twitching, feeling the metaphorical knot in your core unravelling at an alarming rate. He removed his fingers from your cunt and placed his soaked fingers in your mouth as he placed his thumb over your visibly throbbing clit, he was pumping his tongue in and out of your soaking hole. Pinching and flicking your clit you were so close to releasing your essence on his face.
Your breathing hitched as his fingers twisted at your bud. You bit down on his fingers which in turn made him bite your fat lip. Without warning your high came crashing down as you squirted all over his tongue. Your breathing erratic and uneven as you let go of his fingers. Kakucho brought his face back up to meet yours and smiled lovingly at you, while still having your arousal at the corners of his mouth.
"You did amazing baby, I enjoyed it."
You blushed at his kind words, grabbing his forearm whilst looking away from his heterochromic eyes.
"I wanna return the favour... please." You pouted up at him with doe eyes.
"Y-you don't have to y/N, I'm happy with just this." He explained as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. You took hold of his thumb and sucked and licked at it sensually, while giving him a sultry look. Kakucho stood there mesmerized by your actions. You then let his thumb slip off your lower lip as it bounced back up as you tilted your head back to look at him better.
"I want to Kakucho, want to see all the cute noises you make, and wanna make you feel good. So let me." You hopped off the sink butt naked as you turned him to have his back facing the wall. You pulled his sweats down to reveal his large bulge. You began teasing it through his white boxers, noticing an ever growing wet spot near his tip. Your hands glided from the base of his penis to the the leaking tip of it. You could tell that Kaku was holding back his sounds of pleasure by the way his teeth were grilling down on his bottom lip and his eyes sealed tight.
"Don't hold back on me Kaku, told you I wanted to hear you." You said as you gave him a loving kiss on his lower abdomen before you let his cock spring free from the confinements of his underwear.
His size never failed to have your mouth drooling with your jaw wide open. His pretty pink tip was oozing with pre. You spit on the base as your delicate hands began lathering your saliva all over his dick. You then placed your tongue flat against the base's underside and licked all the way to the top until you began sucking on the tip. Kakucho's light whimpering egging you on to up your ministrations. Your tongue began twirling around the tip until you downed half of his length down your throat. At that point Kakucho firmly gripped your hair stopping you from going any further but you resisted against his hold and deep throated the rest of his long cock down your throat. Kakucho groaned as he gave up on trying to stop you and placed both his hands flat against the wall. Your throat was setting a good pace on his dick, slurping up any excess saliva that you felt running down. Your left hand cupped his balls and began fondling them while continuing your pace.
Kakucho looked down at your face and almost came at the site of your concentrated look enthralled at his face, the corners of your mouth spilling with your own saliva, amazed at your gag reflex.
"I- I'm gonna c-cum ngh~ ha fuck shit, you're doing so-so well baby fuck gonna cum down that pretty throat." He moaned blissfully.
You quickened your pace to the point where you were gagging pornographically. He came down your throat as you continued stimulating his cock, teasing the tip. You swallowed down his thick seed instantly, you detached from his penis and swiped your lips with your forearm, standing up.
"Did I do g-"
Kakucho lifted you up from your thighs and slammed you back on the sink, hastily placing your thighs over his shoulders, before he slipped his still sensitive cock into your wet warmth. He began fervently fucking into you, you gasped at the sudden stretch of your pussy, your gasps quickly turnt into loud moans. His deep strong strokes made you feel his tip against your cervix, it hurt so good. Your toes were curling and your vision was blurring. Kakucho latched onto your nipple while rolling it in between his teeth.
"Fuck! Ha-ha-ha! K-Kakucho, s-low down!" You moaned as you placed both your hands on his shoulders.
"Can't stop y/N this pussy feels so fucking good. You sucked my cock so well baby, you're such a good little slut aren't you?" He was littering even more hickeys on your exposed neck.
"Y-yeah for y-you Kaku, only for you."
"Yeah only for me princess. Gonna fuck my cum into you and then you'll be mine forever yeah?" He breathed in your ear, as his pace was quickening.
You nodded fervently. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Cum inside me Kaku please please, make me yours!" You babbled back.
His pace slowed but his thrusts were hard and cervix bruising. Completely slipping his tip out then putting it back in with a harsh thrust of his hips. You gasped, cumming on the spot. Kakucho didn't stop, overstimulating you in the process.
"Fuck I'm so close! Fuck." At this point he had went back to his quick pace, waiting for his second orgasm to hit.
"SHIT!" He came inside your velvety walls as he slumped his forehead against yours, both of your hot breaths against each other's mouths. He slowly slipped out his sensitive cock and watched hypnotized as his sperm leaked out of your hole, it unconsciously clenching, which in turn made it drip out even more. He scooped the excess cum leaking down on your ass to shove it back into your vagina, not letting a single drop go to waste. He picked up your panties off the floor and slipped them back over your sex. He playfully patted your pussy and smiled at you. You smiled back at him and chased his lips to lock them in a sloppy kiss. Lifting your hand to cup his cheek. He broke off the kiss to look at you properly.
"Wanna be my girlfriend y/N?" He asked.
On the other side of the door was Ran Haitani who had been listening in on you two for whoever knows how long...
