#draken x reader

[rindme]

A CHANCE | DRAKEN RYUGUJI

Prompt: inspired by this tiktok because it did something to me

Summary: Your boyfriend just broke up with you and you are absolutely heartbroken....but Draken is over the moon.

Alternate Versions: Mikey. Rindou. Baji. Taiju. Ran.

CW: gn reader. mild cursing. alcohol mentioned. friends to lovers.

You were heartbroken. As often as you and your boyfriend had your ups and downs, you had never anticipated a breakup. Somehow, you always thought you would make it work. You thought the two of you could get through anything...but you were wrong. No more than ten minutes ago he came over and ended your relationship abruptly and aggressively.

Maybe he wasn't right for me. Maybe Draken was right.

Draken.

God, there was no one you wanted to talk to more than him right now...even though you knew you wouldn't like what he had to say. But it didn't matter. Before you could think twice about it you pulled out your phone and shot him a text. Seconds passed before your phone lit up with response.

Draken was right, of course. When wasn't he? He always seemed to know what you needed before you were even aware. That was a quality your ex had never been able to learn and embrace.

Where are you taking me?

You texted back quickly before you could talk yourself out of it and talk yourself into a night of self loathing and crying yourself to sleep. Draken texted you back just as fast.

You'll see

No more than ten minutes passed before Draken was at your door with two helmets in hand and a smile so bright it almost burned...but it burned in a way you had needed so desperately. You needed to be around his optimism right now. You needed to absorb it.

"For you." He said, placing one of the helmets in your hands. He brought his bike today. That's how you knew he felt sorry for you. Draken knew how much you loved his bike. He was hesitant to let you ride it. He was always worried about your safety. But he brought it out anyway, because you needed it today.

He walked you out from your patio to his bike, holding out a hand to help stabilize you as you hopped on. He slid onto the bike in front of you once you were seated, then grabbed your hands and put them tightly around his waist.

"Hold on. Don't let go." He said, and Draken peeled out of the driveway with lightning speed.

You watched the city buzz past. The bright lights and the breeze in the air were nighttime in Japan at its best, and you were soaking it all in as you felt the tears run down your face. You needed this. Draken knew you needed this. He always knew what you needed, and he continued to prove that as he pulled into the parking lot of your favorite bar and parked.

"I know maybe a bar isn't the right move immediately after a breakup but I thought-"

"No, Ken. It's perfect. This sounds like the perfect night."

Draken hopped off the bike. He held your hand as you got off, and didn't let go until the two of you were inside and sitting at the bar top, where you both ordered a drink and a basket of fries to share.

"He never took me here, ya know?" You said, grabbing another handful of fries from the basket, "He didn't like it when I'd come here either."

You turned to Draken and saw the look of disgust on his face, "That figures. He never let you do anything you actually liked. It was always so hard to get you out of the house when he was around. 'Made me sick to think about."

"Thinking about what?"

Draken turned away, "To think about you stuck at home with him, wasting away. That's not you. That's never been you."

Draken was right. Your ex didn't like it when you weren't with him. Any time with friends was limited, and time with Ken specifically was practically non-existent. He didn't like Ken. He never had.

"I think that's why he didn't like me coming here. Because, ya know, this was kind of....our place. You know, me and you."

Ken smiled, "He never did like me, did he?"

"Well you didn't give him much reason too, Ken." You said with a laugh, "You hated him too."

"I-I didn't hate him, really. I just hated how he treated you."

The two of you went quiet for a while, both lost in thought about the time that you'd lost together, the time you wasted with your ex, the time you'd never get back now. And Ken was right, as always. Your ex wasn't so bad at first. He was funny and he was talented and charismatic. But after a few months that faded away and the person you had fallen for became much colder and closed off and bitter.

Draken took another long drink of his beer and, faintly, you heard him say, "I never would have treated you like that."

"W-What did you say?"

Ken's eyes widened. He must of thought he was quiet enough that you wouldn't hear him. He must of thought the bar was just loud enough to drown out his voice. But he was wrong. You heard every word, but you needed to hear him say it again, louder this time.

Draken cleared his throat, squirming in his seat until he sitting up nice and tall, "I-I said that I- Well, if I had a chance with you I wouldn't have treated you like that. I wouldn't have hidden you away."

Somehow it had never occurred to you that maybe, after all this time, Draken had seen himself as something more than your friend. And, even now, you could have convinced yourself that he didn't, that he was just your friend and that he wanted nothing more than that. But you had never seen Draken nervous before, and right now he was sweating bullets and he was tripping over his words. But his eyes - they never wavered from yours. They were steady and strong, like he was trying to convey something deeper to you within his gaze.

You leaned in closer, a sudden wave of confidence coming over you, "And what would you have done, if I was yours?"

For a moment, Draken remained nervous. His eyes wandered over you, as if he was waiting for the punchline, as if he thought this was all a dream. And then, he leaned in close too and smiled, "Whatever you wanted me to. I would have done anything for you."

You leaned back, grabbing your glass and downing the rest of your drink. If you were going to do this with Draken, you needed more liquid courage.

You set your emptied glass down and pushed it away, and your gaze went back to Draken. He was smirking. There was a sparkle in his eyes you hadn't seen in him in a long time. This really was something he had wanted. How long had he wanted you? How long had this feeling gone unspoken?

"Do you want that chance? With me?" You asked, your voice coming out softener than you had wanted it to. The liquid courage wasn't working, and his allure was beginning to make you nervous.

Draken leaned in closer than before, his lips practically brushing against your ear. His voice was deep and low as he spoke, "I need you. I have for a long time."

Your heart began to race as Draken's hand caressed your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear, "I wouldn't mess up with a chance like that."

Slowly, his hands lowered from your face down to the legs of your chair. Quickly, he pulled until your chair was so close to his they were practically touching.

"And I promise," he continued, his hands moving inward, making their way up to your knees and to your thighs, "I would make you feel so happy, if you would let me."

"Then maybe I should give you that chance." You said, your voice coming down to a whisper. He was so close now, you didn't need to speak louder to be heard.

Ken smiled and grabbed your helmet from the bar, placing it in your hands again, letting his hands graze over yours before he let go, "Then let's go home so I can make good on my promise."

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[queen-of-gotham]

Begin Again

(Ken “Draken” Ryuguji x F!Reader)

💐This fic is part of my 4K special💐

Word Count: 1,343

Debrief: Draken wasn’t sure he could ever fall in love again, until he met you.

Warnings: brief mention of Emma’s death

Case Notes: here you go, Nonnie! Thank you for being so patient, enjoy your flowers!

The bouquet feels strangely heavy. Not because it’s large. It isn’t. Just a handful of white lilies, pale pink carnations, and little sprigs of baby’s breath wrapped in brown paper with a complimentary ribbon. The kind of flowers that looked honest instead of expensive.

Draken stares at them in his saddlebag from the driver’s seat of his bike for another minute before sighing.

“…You’re twenty-seven,” he mutters to himself, “Grow the hell up.”

He’s faced gang wars. He’s stared down men twice his size. He’s buried people he loved. And somehow knocking on your apartment door has his heart trying to punch through his ribs.

He almost turns the bike around. Instead, he walks up the familiar stairs, bouquet tucked awkwardly behind his back.

Three knocks. Footsteps. Then door swings open, revealing your pretty face and soft pictures.

“Hey you,” you smile, surprised, “I wasn’t expecting…”Your eyes drift downward, “…Flowers?”

“Yeah. They’re for you.”

You blink like the statement itself caught you off guard, gently taking them from him and taking a soft smell, “They’re beautiful.”

“I, uh…” He scratches the back of his neck, “The lady at the flower shop said pink means admiration. White means sincerity.”

“…Did she?”

“Yeah.”

“…And baby’s breath?”

He deadpans, broad shoulders shrugging, “No clue.”

You laugh. God. That laugh.

He’d heard it the first night he’d met you at that tiny izakya tucked between the ramen shop and laundromat. You’d laughed because he’d apologized after accidentally bumping your shoulder while squeezing past a crowded table.

Most people recognized him, he’d made quite the name for himself in his younger years. But you didn’t know him from Adam.

You just smiled, told him not to worry about it, then stole one of his fries ten minutes later because, “You looked like you weren’t appreciating them enough.”

He hadn’t stopped thinking about you since.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

Your smile softens, stepping aside to let him into your little apartment, “Of course.”

💐🌼💐🌼💐

The flowers find a vase. You disappear into the kitchen to fill it with water while Draken stands awkwardly in your living room, hands shoved into his pockets.

You’ve only been seeing each other for a couple months. Dinner. Coffee. Late night drives in your car or on his bike, depending on the weather. A movie that neither of you actually watched because you’d spent the whole time talking. Nothing official. Nothing defined. But somewhere along the way… It stopped feeling casual.

You return, setting the flowers carefully on the coffee table, “They’re really pretty.”

“I’m glad.”

The silence that settles between you isn’t uncomfortable, but you notice how he shifts, the nerves radiating off his body, “… Ken?”

He rubs a hand over his face, “I practiced this.”

Your eyebrows lift, confused on why he’d need to practice bringing you flowers, “You practiced?”

“Couple times… this felt better when nobody was listening.”

That earns another laugh, and his expression shifts to something a bit more serious. It’s so subtle, but you feel it immediately. His shoulders square. His eyes stay on yours as he starts to actually explain, “I haven’t done this in a long time, and I didn’t think I would again.”

His voice stays steady, but quieter than usual as he watches your expression as he talks, “you know there was someone else, before, I mean.”

You nod once. He’d mentioned her before. Never in detail, really. Just enough for you to understand she’d mattered A lot to him.

“I loved her.”The words come easily to him, because they’re true, “And when she died… I figured that was it.”

He laughs once and it’s dry sounding, his making a vague gesture as he continues, “Thought maybe I’d already gotten my shot.”

You reach for his hand instinctively. He lets you, lacing your fingers together as you offer an easy comfort that he hasn’t had since Emma, “I wasn’t looking for anybody. Then I met youYou stole one of my fries with the prettiest smile I think I have ever seen.”

You grin, “And I’d do it again. You weren’t appreciating them enough.”

He shakes his head, smiling in that easy way that’s become so normal around you, “You kept talking to me.”

“I liked talking to you.”

“I noticed.”His smile fades into something softer, “Then you kept saying yes. To dates. To hanging out and doing nothing.”

The tension cracks just enough that he can breathe again. Then he steps closer. Close enough that he can see every tiny detail in your face, and each swirl of color in your eyes.

“I started looking forward to seeing you.”His voice lowers, “My day gets better when you text me. When something funny happens… you’re the first person I want to tell… and I catch myself wondering if you’ve eaten. If you’re sleeping enough. If you got home safe from work. I worry.”

You swallow, feeling his callused thumb running over fingers, your eyes flitting between his gaze, and he takes a quiet breath, “I care about you and I don’t want casual anymore.”

The words land between you with complete certainty, “I don’t want to wonder if somebody else gets to call you tomorrow and I don’t want to pretend this is just dating.”

“I want…” He shakes his head, searching for words, “Hell.”

A nervous chuckle escapes him, “I love you.”

There’s silence for a moment, his lips quirking into something tender and almost scared, “I didn’t expect it and I wasn’t planning on it. But somewhere between late-night ramen and coffee dates and listening to you tell stories that somehow always end with you nearly getting kicked out of someplace…”

You laugh through the tears already gathering in your eyes at how sweet and romantic this is, “… I fell in love with you.”

His expression turns vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before. “If this is all too fast… I’ll wait. And If you’re scared… I get it… and If you don’t feel the same…”His jaw tightens, swallowing hard, “I’ll live.”

The lie hangs there. He’d survive. Living and surviving weren’t always the same thing though, “But if there’s even a chance…”

He lifts your joined hands, “…I’d really like to be your boyfriend.”

You stare at him. At the man who’d spent months showing you love before ever saying the word. The man who remembered your coffee order after hearing it once. Who walked on the outside of every sidewalk. Who texted ‘Made it home?’ after every date. Who fixed your squeaky apartment door because, “It was bothering me.” Who brought you flowers with shaking hands.

You smile. Then laugh. Then cry all at once, “Oh, Ken.”

Your free hand lifts to cups his cheek, “You absolute idiot.”

His stomach drops, his face following, “That’s usually not a good sign.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

“…What?”

“I was starting to think I’d have to do it.”

He blinks, “You… what now?”

“I love you too.”

Everything inside him stops. For one suspended heartbeat, the world simply… holds still.

Then you pull him down by the front of his shirt and kiss him. It’s gentle. Warm and certain. When you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours.

“You know,” you murmur, smiling, “you could’ve just asked me.”

He huffs out a laugh, “I know.”

“You didn’t need a speech.”

“…I definitely needed the speech.”

“The flowers would have been plenty.” You insist gently as he leans into your touch.

“…The flowers were insurance.” He informs you quietly.

“Insurance?” You question, still smiling but brows knitting together in curiosity.

“In case I sounded stupid.”

You lean in, pressing another kiss to his lips, a giggle passing between you both, “They worked.”

A rare, unguarded smile spreads across his face. The kind that reaches his eyes without hesitation.

For the first time in years, loving someone doesn’t feel like he’s betraying the past. It feels like honoring the fact that his heart had survived long enough to bloom in the face of romance again.

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Threesome with Draken and Mikey where in mikey does everything he wants with you — head already too big with you following every order he says; tossing you, getting too rough while draken lectures mikey, stopping him from doing anything too rough.

“Suck me”

“Mikey, she might be uncomfortable.”

[katamarii-cousin]

Hi! How are u??? Just saw ur post about u being open for requests. Can I ask for a headcanon where reader is like super anxious about going to a new school, and about other students judging her. Reader talks about it to her s/o and he tries to comfort her the best he can. (Totally not my situation rn, haha. Kind freaking out tbh...)

If you do multiple characters, can I ask for Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji, Shinichiro and Kakucho

If you don't wanna do that much, then can I ask for Draken, Mistuya and Shinichiro

And if you do only one then either Mitsuya or Shinichiro

I hope I'm not asking for too much. And if I am, I'm sorry ♡

── .✦ Draken - Mitsuya - Shinichiro - Chifuyu

@xxetherealmoonxx tysm for the request! If I have time later this week I'll try to get to Baji & Kakucho but this request was fluffy and cute to think about - I usually write a lot of darker stuff so this was SO fun to dive into. Also I'm sure you're going to do amazing at your new school, I wish you so much luck! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

─ ⊹ Draken

Draken is not the most verbally expressive guy but don’t let that fool you because he is so sincere, caring and will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

He would listen carefully to everything that was bothering you, not interrupting or giving any advice until you were finished. Quietly absorbing, taking every word seriously.

He’s not the type to be dismissive and say oh don’t worry about it, he knows that doesn't help in the slightest but he would be grounded and pragmatic. Telling you, you’re thinking about way too many things, try to slow down and take it one step at a time. Get through the day first, set a routine, get comfortable. Once you’re more comfortable in your new environment everything else will come naturally.

Draken has no patience for rude or judgemental people, if people act rude or snooty, he would tell you they showed their true colors early and saved you the trouble of wasting your time on them. To him, anyone who judged you before knowing you made themselves irrelevant and unworthy.

If he could tell you were still stuck in your own head after talking it out, he would just stand up, grab his keys and tell you, come on, we’re going for a ride. Taking you somewhere quiet, with a nice view - allowing you to take a moment to breathe, clear your mind, enjoy the silence in his company - while letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

After a while he would break the silence you just have to get through the first day, the rest will be easy after that. If you admitted you were still scared, he would wrap his arm around you pulling you closer to his side, yeah, new stuff is scary. But you’re going to be just fine.

He wouldn’t drown you in compliments but the few he gave would mean everything - he doesn’t just give those out all the time so you know its genuine. He’d remind you of everything you had already gotten through, every time you were nervous and overcame it, reminding you that you’re a lot tougher than you think you are.

Before your first day, he would give you something small like a keychain or an omomori (amulet) for good luck. Handing it over to you, looking away like it wasn’t a big deal. He would be mildly embarrassed and try to avoid your eye contact for a bit though

The morning of your first day he would either walk you or drive you as far as you wanted - he would be cognizant of not making you feel embarrassed or self conscious at school, definitely not one to make a scene, especially when it involved you. Before you left, he would give your hand a little squeeze and smile telling you, take it one step at a time, i’ll be here when you get done.

─ ⊹ Mitsuya

Mitsuya is truly the greenest flag to me. He’s so emotionally intelligent and would always calm you down and build your confidence back up.

He would immediately sense something bothering you and ask you to tell him about it. Listening intently to everything you said, brushing the hair out of your face gently. 

If you got overwhelmed and began crying he would wipe away your tears and pull you into a hug not saying anything until you got it out of your system. He’d rub your back, hold you close and let you sit there for as long as you needed.

Once you were ready to talk about it, he would try to reframe your worries into a different perspective, showing you how there’s nothing wrong with being nervous, anyone who wouldn't be nervous in this situation would be the weird one. 

Mitsuya genuinely want to know every little thing bothering you, not so he could pretend to fix everything but to help you overcome your anxieties or at the very least, lessen the amount of stress they had on you. If you were nervous to strike up a conversation, he would let you practice with him. If you were anxious about getting lost he would somehow find or draw a map of the school and show you where to go. If you were worried about people judging you he would remind you that new people were always going to get more attention but that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re judging you. 

He would encourage you to try to stay positive and remind you of all the accomplishments you achieved on your own merit without him - every hard thing you got through, every moment where you were scared but kept going and it turned out fine. He wanted you to remember who you were, and feel confident in your abilities.

The morning of your first day, he would show up at your house to walk you / take you to school. Bringing a small accessory with him (a headband that matched your uniform, a little charm for your bag, cute socks in your favorite color) basically anything little that could remind you that he’s there with you even when he physically can’t be. 

Holding out his hand for you to take as you headed out and when you worry about him being late he just waves it off like I handled it, don’t start stressing about me too squeezing your hand and smiling lightly at you

The moment you disappeared into the building He would text you once telling you to have a great day, text me later what you want for dinner and we’ll celebrate tonight ♡

─ ⊹ Shinichiro

a/n - i never really think about Shinichiro but after writing this I feel like i’ve overlooked him for far too long. *adds shinichiro to my list of fictional boyfriends*

Shinichiro would be so endearing - he knows so much about feeling awkward and not quite fitting in but he also knows everyone has their own agenda and aren’t going to remember every little thing someone else does

He would be so goofy and I mean that in the sweetest possible way, he would honestly probably be a little nervous himself, wanting to make sure he was able to comfort you properly. 

He’d let you vent, tell him everything that’s bothering you, listening with a serious yet soft look on his face before sharing some mortifyingly embarrassing story about himself to try to break the tension, pulling a smile and laugh out of you. 

He would do anything he could to make sure you felt seen, letting you know he’s probably failed at every single thing you’re nervous about and look, he ended up mostly fine - but he seriously would try to show you that it’s ok if you mess up, no one’s perfect. One awkward moment or weird first impression doesn’t define you. As cliche as it is, we are our own worst critic and things you think made you painfully awkward didn’t even get noticed by anyone else.

However, he would still remind you of all of your accomplishments and tell you how proud he was of you. He might get a little carried away listing all the things he loves about you before realizing he’s rambling.

Once you feel a little better he would try to make the night a little more memorable for you, watching your favorite movie with you, maybe going somewhere you love, grabbing your favorite food, or just driving around getting your mind off of everything. Making sure you had happy memories fresh in your mind before your first day.

He would absolutely walk with you you to school, showing up at your house with lunch he made for you - he even popped a note into the lunchbag, just yapping about how much he adores you, how strong you are, how no matter what you do you could never possibly be as much of a mess that he was. The note would be filled with little doodles, maybe some lame jokes but you can tell he put so much time and effort into it.

Before you finally walked inside he would give you the warmest, most sincere smile and tell you to just be yourself, it’s the best version anyways. 

He would check in multiple times throughout the day, he can’t help himself. Texting you randomly throughout the day with little words of affirmation, silly memes, dumb selfies with Waka, anything to pull a smile from you and make you feel more at ease.

─ ⊹ Chifuyu

⊹Bonus⊹ because i can never refuse Chifuyu. Oh Chifuyu, you precious little sweetheart. This is his moment to be the Shojo boyfriend of your dreams (and his).

He doesn’t immediately notice something is bothering you but the moment he realizes you were quieter than usual, he would set down whatever manga he was reading or pause whatever he was doing so he could give you his full attention.

He was a little nervous at first, thinking you were upset at something he did, he absolutely hates seeing you upset so he’s antsy to rectify the situation.

If you were quiet, he’d sit closer, scooting over to you, ducking his head a littl to catch your eyes. He would be ready to listen, ready to hold your hand or be a shoulder to cry on if you needed one.

Once he knew what was upsetting you, he would be your biggest hype man. Rambling on and on about how you’re going to be fine! You’re cute, you have an amazing personality, you’re not weird in a bad way– wait i mean you’re not weird, you’re normal but not normal in a bad way–oh my goddd. 

Poor boy would panic trying to say the perfect thing only to stumble over his words thinking he was making it worse, leaving you laughing at how sincere he was and how hard he was trying to cheer you up.

Making you laugh is where he succeeds, he knows if he can get you to laugh at least once, he’s alleviated a fraction of your stress - but after the laughter, he gets sincere, looking you in your eyes making sure you truly knew how he sees you.

He would want to walk you to school, holding your hand the whole way, catching you up on the latest chapter of his favorite manga - really trying to keep your mind off of your nerves and keep your attention on anything else.

He would blow your phone up throughout the day - checking in hows it going, did anyone talk to you, do you want me to come meet you after school, do you wanna hang out tonight? Sending pics of Peke J, sharing the funniest TikTok comments he came across, anything to make you smile and not feel alone on your first day

[dlscenarios]

MDNI

Cw: not proofread, teasing, handjob, being caught

Ken really needed to find his own place.

He had called the brothel ‘home’ for years—since he was a child, literally—and every time he brought anyone over, be it a friend or a date, the girls and the manager always managed to fuck it up. Draken did like them though. The girls were actually quite fun to talk with at times and they seemed to trust Ken more than anyone. And the manger was the closest thing he had to a father.

Still, bringing your partner back to a brothel didn’t exactly look good on the surface.

“I’m home,” Ken called, stepping out of the elevator with his hand twined with yours, tugging you along. He didn’t wait for the manager to respond, knowing damn well he’d probably only bark orders after dropping you off at his room.

The distance between the entrance and Draken’s room wasn’t much, but it did require passing by one of the lounge areas. A woman in a baby blue slip sat on one of the couches, legs crossed demurely as she read from a magazine. She looked up when Ken stopped and let go of your hand to pull out his room key.

The woman’s dress left little to the imagination. The fabric was almost see through, the color of her nipples visible under it. She offered you a cute smile before Ken pulled you into his room. The door slammed shut behind you.

Without addressing the nearly-naked woman, Draken dropped his key on a nearby desk and slid his cardigan off before hanging it up with the others on an exposed clothing rack.

“So,” you spoke hesitantly, toeing the plush carpet, “you really live here?”

“Yeah. I told you it was unconventional.” he sighed.

“No, it’s fine! I’m not judging. Just surprised. I mean the last place I would’ve expected my boyfriend living in was a brothel in the middle of the city.”

“It’s not what you’re thinking.” His eyes narrowed as he trudged back toward you. “I’ve been here since I was a kid. I had nowhere else to go and they took me in and cared for me. None of the girls ever did anything to me. They’d offer but y’know,” he scoffed, “Kinda awkward knowing they don’t really have a choice.”

“They offered?”

“Just hand stuff. I never took ‘em up on it though. Most of the girls are only here because they have to be anyway. They need money. I don’t want it if it feels like a chore to them. Besides, I knew I’d find a partner someday who wouldn’t have to offer.” Draken smirked. “Can’t exactly make my partner jealous, now can I?”

You delivered a weak punch to his shoulder. “Smartass.”

“Oh c’mon. You love me.” Ken’s hands placed themselves on your own shoulders, their weight heavy but comforting. “And it’s the truth. I want all my experience to come from someone as into me as I’m into them. So don’t worry that pretty little head of yours before you start spiraling.”

“I don’t spiral-“

“Babe, we both know that’s not true.” He gestured to the small space around his room, waving a hand over the desk chair and the bed. “Now make yourself at home. I can run to the kitchen for snacks or there’s drinks in that mini fridge in the corner if you want anything.”

“I’m good. Thanks,” you muttered, moving past him to sit on the edge of his bed. Draken shuffled over to the mini fridge beside you and grabbed a bottle of water. “So…about you living here.”

“I’m already saving to move.”

“No, I didn’t mean that. I was gonna ask if, since you never took up the girls’ advances, does that still make you a virgin?”

Ken nearly spat out his water. He swallowed hastily instead. “What?”

“I don’t remember you mentioning dating anyone before me, so…” You clasped your hands in your lap with a shrug.

“Still you can’t just ask…” Ken cut himself off with a huff. “I mean, yes. I’m still a virgin, but it’s like I said. I wanted it to be a mutual thing.”

“Have you…thought about it? With me?”

Draken looked at you as if you’d grown a second head. “Of course I have.”

“Have you gotten off to me?”

“Now you’re pushing it.”

“I’m serious! I wanna know.”

“Yes, okay?” His tone grew frustrated. He set his water bottle on the desk. “Of course I jerked off to you. That photo you sent a couple weeks ago with you pouting like a lost puppy just because I was at work? Your tits were right there in full view and of fucking course you were a tank top and no bra. So yeah…”

“Huh,” you mused. “That really did it for you?”

Ken sighed. “I think anything you send would do it for me. I fell for you, dummy.”

“I’d hope so, yeah, but,” A smirk grew on your face, “I’m glad you like me so much. And…just so you know, I’ve got the same amount of experience. Even down to getting off to your pictures.”

Draken felt his face flush at that. Fuck, did you..? He put his fists in his pants pockets, the palms suddenly feeling too sweaty and he’d be damned if he wiped them in front of you during this conversation. “You do? You…get off?”

“Mhm.” You didn’t seem phased in the slightest. “I mean we’re both adults. It’s not like it’s illegal to masturbate or anything. But yeah, you do it for me, Kenny.”

“What…picture’s your favorite?” His pants were beginning to feel two sizes too tight.

You hummed before replying, “That one of you at work. Shirtless, your scar hugging your abs, that smirk like you knew what I’d do with that photo.”

“It was hot as hell in the shop that day.”

“And thank the gods for that,” you retorted with a smug eye roll.

Draken let out an amused scoff as he crossed the short distance between himself and you sitting so pretty on his bed. He sat beside you, placing a hand on your thigh and offering a light squeeze. “You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh?”

“You should. You’re the hottest guy I know.”

“Didn’t know you knew other hot guys.”

You nudged his shoulder. “Oh come on, don’t patronize me. I thought you loved me.”

“I do,” Ken said, draping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you further into his side, “More than you know.”

Your own arms wrapped around his waist, your nose pressing into his shoulder as you melted into his firm body. “More than anyone?” you mumbled cutely after a moment.

“Yeah, baby. More than the whole damn world.” Draken pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

After a while, you lifted your head to meet his gaze. “So,” your hand fell to his leg, twisting the loose fabric of his pant leg between two fingers, “Hard to believe you’re a virgin.”

And there it was again.

“I guess it is…” Draken didn’t know how else to respond. What were you supposed to say in this kind of situation?

“And…would you wanna lose it to me?”

The question was innocent, meant to be harmless, but that was when he saw your eyes shift down towards his lap, the hand on his thigh edging dangerously close to the slight bulge at the center of his lap. It still hadn’t gone down. He felt your stare as your hand stopped just before ghosting over him.

“What are you doing?” Ken breathed, making no move to stop you.

“You’re hard.”

“Yeah, that kind of happens when a guy starts thinking about sex,” he sighed, ashamed. “Look, don’t worry about it. You don’t have to do anything—“

“What if I want to?”

That shut him up. Blood flooded his cheeks as he sputtered, choking on his spit.

Your eyes fluttered back up to his face. “Kenny?” you asked so softly, like you hadn’t just insinuated losing yours and his virginities at that very moment. Your hand inched closer to the bulge, encircling it without directly touching it.

And that only made him harder.

“Do you want it too?”

Ken swallowed the growing lump in his throat and nodded. “Yeah…”

You reached up and kissed his cheek sweetly. The thumb stationed by his shaft shifted, brushing the fabric strained over his erection. Ken jerked under the touch, his fingers digging into the bed to stop from chasing after your hand. He had never been so sensitive.

It felt better than his own hand.

Draken cocked his head to the side, stealing your lips in a heated kiss, relishing in the soft drag of your hand. He groaned against your lips when your fingers wrapped around him and stroked the covered length of his cock.

You parted from the kiss with a soft smack, lust filled eyes meeting his. “Can I see it?”

Ken nodded and helped you undo his pants and slid them down just enough to pull his cock free, bobbing against his stomach. Your hand instantly wrapped around the base and offered a slight squeeze.

A sudden knock rapped at the door. You jumped, nearly falling off the bed as Draken groaned in annoyance. One of the girls’ voices called out to him, saying how the manager asked him to wash towels.

He really needed to get his own place.

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Feat: Draken/AFAB! Reader Warnings: Fingering,pinv,safe sex,may be a bit ooc Wc:1614

“Fuck…why’s my fan have to go and die on me.” You kept complaining as you walked through the streets in blistering heat.

But even if you have no source of air at the moment, you can always buy another fan later even if it’s wasting a few yen.

So, you continued walking until you hopefully reached a convenience store of some kind. And as if the start of your day could get any worse…it did. It was like the temperature outside increased even more to the point where you had to stop in somewhere lest you’d wanna pass out in front of all these people.

You didn’t even look at what kind of store it was but just went in and that air conditioning felt so good on your burning skin! Upon further inspection of where you entered, it was a nice motorcycle shop so maybe you’ll look around for a bit since some of the models are interesting enough.

“Looking for something specific?” A deep voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Oh, no sir.” You stuttered out.

When you turned around, you swore you jaw hit the floor looking at this guy. He was tall, had a dragon looking tattoo on the side of his head and his face was just…hot!

‘So this is where their keeping all the good looking men!’ You thought to yourself while shamelessly ogling the man in front of you.

“By the way, are you from here?” He gave you a once over as you snapped out of whatever perverted fantasy you were thinking of.

“Nah, I came here on vacation. What gave it away?”

The man hummed to himself a little in thought. “Well, you just don’t look like your,well-”

“Japanese?” You interjected.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

There was a small pause before the guy spoke again. “The names Ken by the way, but everybody just calls me Draken.”

“And I’m ____. Nice to meet you.”

Just then, another customer walked in who needed help stealing Draken’s attention from you.

He rubbed his hand behind his neck looking at you apologetically. “I should get back to work. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Maybe if I find my way over here again.” You teased.

“In that case I hope you do. We don’t get a lot of foreigners, especially pretty ones.”

He left to go back to his duties as a worker leaving you a flustered mess in the middle of the place.

—

After leaving from the bike shop, you finally stopped somewhere to get your hands on another fan thank god! But since it was getting later in the day, the temperature outside has seemed to cool down compared to that morning.

“Hey, ___!” Someone shouted out from behind you.

You turned quick only to find it was that guy Draken from earlier. And he was holding something…your PHONE?!

Apparently, you left it on the seat one of the bikes while you were observing it and he found it sitting right there on the seat.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry you had to come this far and find me.” You were a little embarrassed at your lack of responsibility in this case as you grabbed the device back.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Maybe I should just give you my number in case you lose something else and need me to bring it again.” Draken was joking but you took it a bit seriously.

“Maybe you should have my number. But not for the lost thing but because we’re friends now, right?”

He gave you a blank stare for a hot second making you nervous before he started laughing a little. “Why not? Lemme see your phone for a second.”

You opened your screen up to the new contact information and handed it over as he did the same handing you his phone.

Once the two of you were done, you exchanged back and pocketed it.

“And since your visiting, I’m off tomorrow so if you want I can show you some places?” Draken’s offer was great! You guess that god looked at you and decided you deserved some kind of blessing from a higher power.

“Yeah,sounds good.” You finally spoke again but a bit shaky this time.

“Just text me whenever your staying at when your ready and I’ll just pick you up.”

“Oh okay!” You then remembered that you better get back to the hotel for some sleep since you’ll need to be extra ready now. “Goodnight then! See you in the morning.”

“Night.” Draken walked off in the opposite direction and you were secretly doing a little happy dance in your head as you walked back still taking in what just happened.

—

You got up around 6:00 because you were way too excited to sleep so you just ended up getting ready super early.

You threw on some ripped shorts with a soft orange tank top and some black and white sneakers before texting Draken and heading outside.

To your surprise he actually only took a few minutes to pull up on his motorcycle. “Morning. You gonna hop on now?”

You huffed out a small laugh out while getting on, sitting behind him.

“By the way, you might wanna hold on to me. Wouldn’t want something happening to you already.”

You felt your face get a bit hot as you wrapped your arms around his waist before Draken started the engine beginning to pull off to wherever he had in mind first.

—

The day had been full of the two of you going to places like old shrines, some nice stores, and Draken was nice enough to treat you to some lunch at a little restaurant.

“Thanks for this. Even if you didn’t have to do it.” You were leaving said restaurant as both of you walked back to his bike on the now dark streets.

“No problem. Glad you enjoyed yourself today and to be honest, this is one of the most eventful day’s off I’ve had.” He gave you a smile and you felt like your were a child again with a fat crush on one of your classmates.

And you don’t know what exactly possessed you in the moment but one second your a hot mess on the inside and the next you find yourself giving Draken a peck on the cheek.

There was a dead silent pause after that before you realized you might have overstepped making him uncomfortable somehow. “I-I’m just thanking you again? But sorry if you didn’t like that.”

“Do that again.” He was looking dead at you.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

Draken’s lips connected with yours cutting you off. You hesitated for a few seconds but eventually reciprocated his affection, grabbing the back of his neck pulling him closer.

Your tongue then sought entry into his mouth as he opened it eagerly allowing you to suck on his tongue while Draken’s hands slipped down to lightly grab the plush of your ass.

Draken pulled away making you pout a little. “We should probably go somewhere that’s not so public.” He pulled you all the way back to his bike, taking you to your hotel to finish what was started.

—

You never realized how big this man’s fingers were until now where they were scissoring your insides wide open. The sound of erotic squelching from your sopping pussy and soft moans filled the room.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need in a second. Just gotta make sure your ready to take all of me.” Draken assured you speaking lowly into your ear.

You were on the brink of tears as your first orgasm was about to spill out. “I-I think I’m gonna-”

The dam broke before you could finish as you dripped onto the sheets, drenching Draken’s hand in your sweet juices as you kept squirming beneath him while he pulled his hand away, licking the residue off.

Before you could even recover, he grabbed your legs spreading them wide and holding them there while he grabbed a small foil packet out his pocket.

“So responsible of you~.” You purred out still drunk on him.

“It’s better to be safe than sorry.” Draken gave you a smirk as he slid it onto his length.

He still held a secure but gentle grip on your legs as he lined himself up with your entrance. “This might sting a little.”

Draken slowly pushed himself in causing you to just straight up whine at the sheer girth of his dick. He continued pistoning in and out before finally bottoming out deep in your soaking cunt.

“You can move now.” You whimpered a little.

Draken gave you a nod and moved inside you starting slow while picking up a rougher pace. Your walls clenched around his cock signaling another orgasm soon.

“Damn, your still so tight.” Draken grunted into your neck as beads of pre cum started to drip in you leaving a ring around his base.

He increased his speed ramming into your pussy before slowing down again as he came right into the condom. You followed right after him, cumming violently as your walls spasmed further ruining the sheets below.

Draken pulled out and threw away the rubber before settling beside you, holding you in by the waist.

“Just so you know, I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I’d love to properly take you out if that’s what you want.” The man was so caring it felt like your heart was bursting.

“I think I’d like that. Maybe you know a good seafood place?”

He laughed looking at you with a smile.“You trying to run my pockets already?”

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Synopsis: You decide that staying at home all summer get boring…fast. So, why not pack up your bags and take a two month stay in Japan! Who knows what’ll happen there…

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Introduction (P.S. this is just to lay out the backstory of this series so it’s skippable) Day 1: Ken “Draken” Ryuguji Here Day 2: Makoto Suzuki Here Day 3: Hakkai Shiba Here Day 4: Shuji Hanma Here Day 5: Takashi Mitsuya Here Day 6: Keisuke Baji Here Day 7: Sano “Mikey” Manjiro

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| Ken "Draken" Ryuguji Boyfriend Headcanons

PAIRING: Draken x GN!Reader.

GENRE: Fluff, Domestic, Comfort, Established Relationship.

WARNINGS: None (just Draken being the ultimate gentleman).

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Seriously, are there people in this universe who don't like Draken? 😥 Well, I love him. As a boyfriend, he's super protective, how cute. 💓 Enjoy this headcanon!

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Draken is over 6'1", so his physical presence is imposing. When you walk down the street together, he always places you on the sidewalk and puts an arm around your shoulders. He loves to completely envelop you to make you feel safe.

His braid is sacred, but with you, it's different. He lets you undo his hairstyle at the end of the day. He finds it incredibly relaxing when you brush his hair or give him a scalp massage while he tells you about his day at the motorcycle shop.

Because of the height difference (if you're shorter), his favorite displays of affection are tender kisses on the forehead, the crown of the head, or the temples (right above his dragon tattoo). He's not one to be overly affectionate in public, but in private, he's incredibly loving.

Many afternoons will be spent sitting on a stool in the workshop while he works with his hands covered in grease. He'll lend you one of his old shirts so you don't get dirty and will make sure you're okay. Your favorite snacks are nearby. He loves hearing your voice in the background while he works on an engine.

Draken is the adult of the group, and that protective instinct is doubled with you. If he notices you're cold, he'll give you his ToMan jacket without you even asking. If you're sick, he'll show up at your house with medicine and a hot, home-cooked meal he made himself.

Riding with Draken on his motorcycle is synonymous with safety. He rides with a steady hand, making sure you hold on tight to his waist. He likes to take you to quiet viewpoints outside of town to escape the gang noise.

On the ToMan, Draken is an imposing figure who commands respect. However, when you're around, the gang members become twice as serious. He'll never tolerate you getting involved in the dangerous world of fighting; he'll keep you firmly out of it to ensure your peace of mind.

Draken doesn't mince words. If something bothers or worries him, he'll tell you directly, but in a gentle voice. He's incredibly mature for his age; he prefers to sit down and talk things through before a misunderstanding escalates into an argument.

He grew up in the noisy and complex environment of the red-light district, so a stable and peaceful relationship with you is his true home. When he's exhausted from taking care of Mikey and dealing with ToMan's problems, he'll simply want to lie down next to you in silence, holding you tight as if you were his anchor in the world.

Thanks for reading this headcanon. I would have put more things but I ran out of ideas. 👍🏻

WHY IS IT SO HARD TO WRITE THESE THINGS? 😭 Well, but it doesn't matter, I'm not going to give up, hehe. 👽

Goodbye, love you all.