Just read your Darius fic; loved it! Would you consider writing one for Draven?
yes! anon reads my mind pt. 1 :D
Reckoner | Draven x AFAB!Reader NSFW Oneshot
CW// violence, explicit sexual content, a teensy weensy bit of angst, degradation, mirror sex 😜, Draven is definitely an Andr*w T*te fan.
A/N- I didn't realize I had more than one ask LMAO I'll get to those ASAP. I might start writing mini fics for those bcos I really don't have that much time on my hands and I'm a slow ass writer.
Summary~ One thing you’ve never minded was attention. You loved the way people gawked at your raw skill and talent in the arena, but you never would have suspected it’d draw the attention of the fan favorite of these depraved shows and secretly your biggest crush, Draven.
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You wiped the sweat that beaded on your brow, smearing dirt and blood onto your forehead. Your opponent locked eyes with you as he wiped your blood off his glaive, staining his soiled tunic. Through the white noise of the crowd, you could hear your heart thumping hard against your ribs. Whether it had been the adrenaline or the nerves, it was wholly undeniable. Despite your anxious thoughts, your ferocity and commanding demeanor never would have let it on. Even though you’d been actively bleeding out and denying the exhaustion that tried to grab hold of your body, you were determined to win this battle. However undefeated you may have been in street fights, the long winded, epic battles in the arena pushed you to the very edge of your mortality.
You thought you’d play with the crowd; you flashed your pearly mink teeth at your contender before lashing your shiny chain whip. As the flail wrapped itself fast around his ankle, the masses erupted into applause. Swiftly, you yanked the whip back, simultaneously making your enemy fall flat on his ass and dragging him towards you. A cloud of dust shrouded the two of you briefly; when it dissipated, a remarkable sight was revealed. With your boot on his neck and your ruby dripping chain raised high in the air, the announcer called the fight. Your name boomed and echoed across the arena, washing over you as you came down from your adrenaline high.
Though you had been training for it for months, it was your first real fight in the Arena. In front of a crowd. In front of Draven.
You seriously began to believe the only reason you had won was purely because you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him. When you joined the Reckoners, Draven had been the best of the best, untouchable, frankly; just like every other girl in Noxus, you swooned for him.
“The reigning champion is here!” A loud, familiar voice called from behind you. You turned around with a dusting of pink across your face and a bashful smile. Draven flashed a vain grin. He leaned against the bar and very obviously looked you up and down. There was something about him that excused these otherwise disrespectful mannerisms of his.
“And… This girl!” He laughed at his own joke. You elbowed him. “So, how does victory taste?”
“Well, now I won’t have to wonder what it’s like to be you” you gave a shot at stroking his ego.
“Aww. Don't be jealous! You’ll get there one day. After I die, of course,” he pinched your cheek and you playfully rolled your eyes. Even when you’re the one complimenting him, he still finds a way to flatter himself.
“Yeah, yeah. Bite me” you feigned a bit of annoyance.
“Woah! We are in public, babe!” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “But if you really want me to… Why don’t I take you home?” He whispered into your ear. The heat of his words burned your face and sent a shiver down your spine, lingering at your core. Oh, the things you can get away with when you’re Draven.
You looked up at him, eyes wide in disbelief. It was like he was in your head, as he did everything you’ve fantasized about. He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger and gave you a peck on your parted lips.
You leaned into it, bracing a hand on his chest.
“Let’s go,” he whispered.
Draven escorted you from the bar with an arm around your waist; patrons stared as the gleaming couple walked past them.
His house was not far from the bustling main street of Noxus Prime, but the walk felt like an awkward, silent, eternity. Maybe not quite awkward to him, as you would assume he’s taking a new girl home every night. The assumption drew you into a spiral within your own head.
Draven just wants to fuck; you’re not actually special. Just another bitch he’d kick out in the morning.
“Welcome home,” Draven’s confident voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked up at him; the conversation you had in your head was written all over your face.
“Is something wrong?” Draven said quieter than you had ever heard him, putting his hands on your hips. His concern warmed you a little bit, quirking your lips into a soft smile. Little did you know, the last thing he wanted to do was scare you away.
“No, just thinking,” your voice was mellow. He gave you an affirming grin and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside.
You stumbled over the threshold, giggling as he flicked on the lights. With a rough push, you were pressed against the door, shutting it behind you. The loud sound of the lock startled you; you simpered at your own jumpiness.
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you just oblivious?” His voice was thick with honey and the pale green of his eyes were almost entirely engulfed by his lustful pupils.
You pouted your bottom lip and ran your hand down his front. Slowly dipping into the contours of his abs.
“Hmm, don’t be so mean…” Your small voice and doe eyes lit a flame within him.
“Oh, you’re in for it now.” His fingers intertwined with yours and he smashed his lips against the pretty pink ones that formed a smirk on your face.
Deft hands explored your body, admiring your curves. His hands were clumsy against you, but it felt like he knew exactly what he was doing. They’d settle on both sides of your ribcage, hugging the curve of your breasts. Though his hands stopped roaming, his mouth began. Biting and sucking purple blooms onto your pressure points.
His thumb brushed over your nipple, sending a shock of pleasure through to your core. The air you sucked through your teeth came out in a sigh of his name. Draven took this as a sign to move it along. So he parted his mouth from your marked skin and picked you up with your legs wrapped around his waist.
It was only a few achingly long steps to his bedroom, each moment built upon your anticipation.
He threw you on to his bed, discarding his shirt and shoes, you crawled to the edge, kneeling just before his towering stature. The messy hair, flushed cheeks, and puffy bottom lip caught between your teeth looking up at him sent blood to his dick; he simply couldn’t wait any longer to fuck you stupid.
“Don’t just sit there… You’ve got a brain behind that pretty little face of yours, no?” Draven teased while rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He revealed his sharp teeth in a devious smile. He’d do anything to see you roll your eyes, whether it be in disgust or pleasure.
Your eyes snapped down to his bulge and you licked your lips. Steadily, you began to unbutton his trousers while he carded his fingers through your hair. As you pulled both his undergarments and pants down, his cock lolled out in all its glory. With no hesitation, you held the base and stroked him once. You licked up his shaft and let the tip rest on the flat of your tongue. Through your lashes, you could see the half lidded lust in his expression.
Without breaking eye contact, you closed your lips around his cock and began working up and down, stroking the rest that you couldn’t fit.
“That’s it sweetheart… You like sucking my cock?” His fingers began to grasp at the hair on the back of your head.
You nodded and hummed as best you could, stimulating his dick and his ego.
“What a little whore you are. Just for me,” he pushed you all the way down, the tip hitting the back of his throat. Your glossy eyes looked up at him for the eternity it felt like he was keeping you there.
When he finally pulled away, a drop of spit crawled down your chin. He wiped it with his thumb and pecked you on your lips. You hastily took your blouse off and threw it onto the floor; your bra would soon join the pile.
“On your stomach,” he demanded, motioning for you to flip over. A sting came down on your ass cheek before he smoothed over it with his calloused hand. You yelped in pain and pleasure.
Draven grabbed you by your hips and you perched your knees up on the edge of the bed. You teasingly shook your ass for him and he hummed at the sight. Ahead of you was a mirror where you could see the way your back arched up into the perfect rounds of your ass, and Draven, admiring you all out on display for him.
His tip teased your weeping hole, smearing your wetness around your folds. And with a shivering groan, he pushed himself to the hilt inside of you. A moan was ripped from your throat due to how deep he had hit. Moans that would turn into squeaks as he began rhythmically thrusting into you.
He grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and held them behind your back. Each intrusion stretching you out and sending waves of pleasure through your body.
“Fuck you are so tight,” he groaned, gravelly and low.
Just as you felt your velvety walls squeeze around him, he lifted you upright and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You looked into the mirror, watching your tits bounce as he pounded himself into you. The tip prodding at your g spot. One of his hands wrapped around your throat and the other found its way to your clit. He rubbed sloppy circles and whispered dirty promises in your ear. You couldn’t help the guttural moans that escaped your lips every time he said your name.
As your walls began to clench around his shaft, he fucked you faster and harder. The pleasure became unbearable, so you squeezed your eyes shut and repeated his name like a prayer. Your moans began to syncopate as you both neared closer to the edge.
The coil in your stomach finally snapped as he spilled hot ropes of his cum inside of you. You slumped against his chest and he held onto you tight.
Carefully, you were lowered down onto your back on the bed, legs numb and the tips of your fingers tingling. Coming down from the high, you twitched and shook from the shattering burst of stimulation.
Your fucked out head hadn’t even realized Draven had left the room until he returned with a wet towel and a glass of water. You smiled sweetly at him as he wiped the apex of your thighs and your swollen lips. A soft moan left your lips as he rubbed over your sensitive clit.
He contemplated a bit, but soon a wicked smile would find its way to his lips. You could not see his thought process as your forearms crossed over your face, covering your eyes. Suddenly, you felt his hands grab at your thighs. The only warning before he flattened his tongue against you was the brief breath that warmly fanned your clit.
You gasped and unintentionally tried shutting your thighs, but he was much stronger than you. Getting up onto your elbows, you caught a glimpse of mischief in his eyes, as he looked up at you through his lashes.
He masterfully swirled his tongue around your bud and edged your entrance with his fingers. As each of your moans got louder, he pushed his thick fingers into your pulsating hole. Your body shook and tensed at the splintering stimulation, sending you into another hot orgasm.
White bursts clouded your vision as you submitted to ecstasy. Draven admired his work for a moment before laying down beside you. You embraced him through the aftershocks of over stimulation. Your head was buried in his chest and his arm was around your back.
As you finally came down from your second orgasm, you were finally able to form real, unfragmented thoughts.
“Draven?” Your voice was small and coy.
“Yes?” He turned to you.
“You’re not just going to leave me in the morning and never talk to me again… Right?” The question was a little bit out of the blue, making him concerned.
“Of course not, doll,” he assured you. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes and a warm smile at his answer. “Y’know… I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while– maybe now is not a good time,” his voice was a bit sheepish and he rubbed the back of his neck. “May I take you out to dinner?”
Outwardly, you were only able to show him a tired grin, but inside, you were jumping up and down with excitement.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to ask me that,” his eyes lit up. It felt completely out of character for Draven to be this bashful, but it was because he had never wanted to be in a relationship until he saw you for the first time. Any other girl he wouldn’t worry about making a good impression; you were different.
His heart pounded in his chest, which was warm against your face. The softness of his comforter beset your skin, soothing you to sleep.
