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imagine losing your virginity to draken.

he’s so gentle and passionate towards you, so honored that his baby trusts him so much to take their virginity, and without a condom on?

it’s a love hate thing when he’s first sinking into you. he loves the way you’re gripping for dear life onto anything before getting even 2 inches of him inside of you, and he loves how much your tiny walls suction onto his length as it’s trying to accommodate his size.

but he hates hurting his baby, he fucking hates seeing you in pain. he’s holding you tight kissing your side and shushing you ever so sweetly as more and more of him sinks into your cunt. “shh, don’t worry baby, i’m right here.”

he’s so proud of you, so proud of his baby for taking all of him inside of you in one go, it took 10 minutes but he’s still so proud and so needy.

he hates how badly he wants to piston inside of you, how badly he wants to be so rough and make you feel good. he’s biting his lip when you finally let him move inside of you ever so slightly, he’s holding back everything inside him to do anything he wants to do.

because he also wants to go slow, his groans are so sweet as he pulls back into your swollen walls. he almost wants to cry by how special he feels, being the one to take your virginity and all.

I CAMT U CAYNT I CANT DO THISN IM NOT STRONG ENOUGJR D FOR TH IS

𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵!

pairing : ryūguji ken x fem!afab!reader

word count : 7.1k [i'm so sorry]

content : dom!ken, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex, size kink, petnames ('princess' for the majority and 'pretty' just once), ken is really attractive in this ngl, creampie, birthday sex :), nipple sucking.

notes : for @tenrichouku :] happy birthday you crazy ken simp. hope you're happy that the longest fic i'll ever write was for your bf. jkjk not to get disgustingly sappy, even though you know how emotional i get, but i love talking to you so much and not a single day goes by that i'm not grateful for your entire existence. thank you for showing me just how weak you get over ken, the past few days really helped me with writing this entire fic lolol. i wouldn't want to share the haitanis with anyone else if not you :^) and also i hope you have an amazing day mwah mwah ily :]

tags: @planetonet @tokyoredlightdistrict

18+ only minors stay away

It’s your birthday and you aren’t getting any younger.

That’s what you’ve told yourself five times in the past few minutes as your thumb hovers over the install button on your screen. Your mind has always done a good job in having the cons outweigh the pros in every situation you eccentrically find yourself forced into. Except this time, the pros outnumber the cons as you tap on the install button of Tinder.

‘Worst case scenario, I don’t find anyone tonight and I can delete the app and forget all about it.’ Is your final reasoning that you don’t get to talk yourself out of once the app finishes downloading.

Searching for a one night stand on the night of your birthday hadn’t been on your itinerary for the day. But somewhere during lunch with your close friends and the self-indulgent shopping spree afterwards, you realise you’d be spending your night doing absolutely nothing. Maybe cook your favourite meal for yourself and rub one out before falling asleep and returning to your normal life the next day. That’s why you decide to download the god forsaken app, in hopes that you could find someone to talk to and make the last hours of the day somewhat memorable, at the very least.

After clicking on the pink app icon with the white flame in the centre, you make your account in a matter of minutes, having already placed your best pics in a separate folder for the many times you fall back into the trap of downloading the dating app and making a new profile. Once you’re satisfied with your pictures and bio, you begin swiping.

The number of people that had already liked you was alarming, until you realise that most men swipe right on everyone just to increase their chances for a match. Maybe they were down on their luck just as much as you were, the few people who you’d had a match with were too dry for you to keep any conversation with.

It isn’t until you’ve hit the half hour mark of swiping through the deck that you run out of people in the 5km radius you’d set in your settings. With a nervous bite to your bottom lip and a hint of desperation as you try pushing your birthday luck to finally give you someone worth talking to, you increase the radius to 10km and the deck refreshes.

Your thumb works on muscle memory at this point but you’re grateful, relieved that you had paused for a split second as your eyes land on the face on your screen. He goes by the name Ken and his bio is perfectly straight to the point.

Here for a good time, not a long time

The final positive check for you is the verified tick beside his name and before you know it, you swipe right and your screen turns pink with ‘It’s a Match!’ appearing on the screen.

Your eyes widen in surprise just briefly before you tap on his profile again to look through his pictures, hoping you’re able to find something to bring up in order to not make the first message dry. He only has four images of himself with the first one being a gym selfie. Nothing too arrogant, but the black tank top he dons perfectly shows off his toned arms and the angle of his pose shows off his jawline and the dragon tattoo on the side of his head.

The next image is of him looking over his shoulder while crouched down in front of a bike. His dark hair is tied into a ponytail with two strands framing his face and you feel something stir in your stomach at how attractive he looks without a smile on his face. The last two pictures are of him with friends who don’t take the spotlight off of him but are still attractive from what you can tell.

You don’t get the chance to think of a smart line for him when a new notification pops up on the messages icon at the bottom of your screen. Your thumb works quickly to tap the icon and you find yourself hoping it’s from Ken and sure enough, it is.

A small smile tugs on your lips as you click his name to read his message.

solid taste in pet shops

my friends own that one in the third pic

Sure enough when you look at his pictures again, you recognise one of his friends as Chifuyu, who you’re closely acquainted with, enough that you help feed the animals when you show up to the shop when it’s busy.

well, it’s like my second home for a reason

i hope your friends know that they’re doing the world a huge favour with that shop

After that, the words come easily and the conversation is comfortably casual and you begin to feel giddy inside. You slowly drift the conversation into the right direction to bring up your question but he quickly catches on and beats you to it.

so, what are you doing on tinder?

You laugh softly to yourself as you type out your reply, adjusting your legs on the couch to get more comfortable.

well

it’s my birthday today

thought it’d be fun to try and see if i could get lucky tonight

Ken’s reply comes a minute later. You made sure to count, anxious that this mention of your birthday is too much for what his idea of a ‘good time’ is.

happy birthday :)

want to test that luck out some more?

;)

A hand covers your mouth as your smile grows tenfold and it takes everything in you to not squeal into your palm at his reply.

thank you :)

and yes i would love to

—

perfect.

have you had your dinner yet?

The gurgle of your stomach reminds you of your neglected task and you’re grateful that the app has taken all your attention from making yourself dinner.

i haven’t

—

even better.

pick a restaurant. i’ll meet you there in half an hour

You really can’t believe your luck at this point, scoring a free dinner with someone you’ve had a genuine conversation with on Tinder on the night of your birthday was already a lot more than you bargained for. Still hesitant on this being too good to be true, you text your best friend the details of Ken and the restaurant you had told him to meet you at. After a teasing remark and a wish of good luck from your friend in reply, you get ready for your dinner.

You’d chosen your comfort restaurant just ten minutes away from your place, just in case Ken stands you up or is a complete catfish, you have the perfect opportunity to book it to your house as soon as it turns south. You hope that won’t be the case, though.

The restaurant is Italian, the safest option in terms of price range but also atmosphere and it’s just casually formal enough for your black turtleneck and grey skirt to fit into the dress code of the restaurant. You’d arrived twenty five minutes after your last message and the five minute time window made your anxiety grow as you check your phone every three seconds for a message from him.

The lack of notifications clouds your mind to the point where you barely notice the ring of the front door, signalling the arrival of your ‘date’ until a tall presence stops by your table. You look up from your locked phone to see Ken, looking so much better than his picture that you almost feel like he’s the wrong guy. It’s way too good to be true.

“Y/N, right?” Ken asks. His voice is as deep as you expected it to be but it still takes you by surprise with how attractive it sounds.

“Mhm, that’s me.” You smile as you point to the seat opposite from you. His height is incredible, a generous two metres if you were to guess and when he slides into his seat in front of you you still have to tilt your head up just slightly to look at him. “It’s nice to meet you, even if we only just started talking.” You laugh nervously, your palms rubbing your bare thighs under the table as you try to calm your anxiousness.

He’s dressed in a dark blue denim jacket with a black t-shirt underneath. Heavy looking boots cover his feet and his dark hair tied into a loose bun on the top of his head. He looks much better in person than his pictures.

“I didn’t want to show up empty handed for your birthday,” he begins, averting his eyes to look down at his denim jacket. His fingers pull out a little keychain with a little shiba inu hanging from the ring and you take it with careful hands when he holds it out for you. “It’s from–”

“Chifuyu’s pet shop.” You gleam as your thumb rubs over the cheek of the puppy before your eyes lift up to look at him while your face heats up at the thoughtful gift. “I love it, thank you.” Your gratitude is genuine, appreciating how he had gone out of his way to give you a gift and you find yourself internally hoping that the night does end up on a good note with him.

Over the next hour, once your plates are emptied and you’re swirling the drink in your glass with the perspiration of the ice melting into the table, you’re smiling softly to yourself as Ken chuckles and  looks down at his empty plate, a gentle but manly sound that suits him so perfectly that you want nothing more than for it to play on loop in your head for the rest of your life.

You capture the tip of your straw with your teeth as his eyes meet yours again but there’s a look in his eyes that has your stomach stirring with an unfamiliar feeling. Your leg insecurely crosses over the other as you sit up straight and flush at his gaze. “Can I ask you something?”

“‘Course. Go for it.” His fingers link with each other as he rests them on the table, moving him closer towards you as if he knows you’re about to question his intentions.

“Why’d you join Tinder?” You hope your tone is as casual as you intend it to sound but the upward quirk of his eyebrow has you correcting your meaning. “Not that it’s a bad thing, I just really feel like I lucked out with you tonight and you seem too nice to just look for hookups.”

His soft chuckle returns and you don’t know if your anxiety picks up or reduces at the laxed expression on his face. “It’s okay. Chifuyu told me he was starting to feel sorry for me so he kept nagging me to download the app and I did, under the condition that I’m not looking for a relationship.” Hence the ‘good time’ he’s supposedly looking for, you assume. “But also, I like how things are moving between us now that I want to see if we can get any luckier tonight.”

Oh.

The look from earlier is back on his face and paired with his words, you finally catch on to his meaning. Feeling the heaviness swirl in the pit of your stomach once more, you find yourself nodding before you can even consider your moralities. This is what you had signed up for tonight and now you’re getting it. You can’t back out now, not that you want to anyways. Your voice still grows timid as you look away from his domineering gaze, “I want to see if we can too.”

In an instant, you find the two of you standing up and for the first time of the night, you feel his skin on yours in the form of his hand wrapping around yours as he walks the both of you to the cashier. He pays for the bill before you can even begin to pull your wallet out before he’s making his way out of the restaurant. “Your birthday treat.” He tells you when he looks over his shoulder to see the small frown on your lips at having him pay for the bill. “The first– second of many for tonight.” He eyes the keychain you had clipped onto the zipper of your purse as he stops in front of a motorbike.

Your eyes widen as you look at the vehicle and recognise it to be the one in his picture. You think, they all look similar to you anyways. “Are we riding this?” You find yourself asking as he lets go of your hand to pull a helmet out from under the back seat.

“Yeah, I figured if I couldn’t charm you tonight, this would at least make you reconsider.” He’s joking, you hope. He seems like the type of guy who’s confident in himself and knows how to treat a woman right and it was evident in the past hour over your dinner and during your conversation on the dating app, but you also have a hard time figuring out when he’s being playful and when he’s not.

Before you get the chance to question him some more, he gently places the helmet over your head before placing another one, decorated with the dragon tattoo he has on the side of his head, on top of his own head. He climbs over the seat of his bike before looking at you expectantly, “Your place or mine?”

“Yours.”

An achingly attractive grin grows on his lips as he nods and tips his head, inviting you to sit behind him. “Want my address so you can let a friend know? I won’t do anything bad, it’s just a precaution if you need it.” You really lucked out, you think to yourself as you gratefully hand him your unlocked phone.

You freeze in horror as he lets out a soft chuckle, assuming he read the last messages you and your best friend had sent each other before your hand is handed back to you with an address you recognise to be in an area just over ten minutes away.

“Just hold on as tight as you want. I’ll try to not go too fast.” The engine of his bike roars to life and before you can brace yourself, he’s speeding out of the parking lot and down the street.

The ride is exhilarating, the biggest adrenaline spike you’ve ever felt in your entire life and it wasn’t because of the speed of the bike or the wind blowing into you past his large frame. It was the close proximity you were forced into against him, arms tightening every time he turned a street or sped up slightly to overtake a car and it was also the vibration of the seat against your core. The smell of sandalwood is what you pick up from him the most. That coupled with the engine of the bike has you hoping you won’t leave a wet spot on his leather seat once you climb off the bike.

The ride feels like it goes on for hours but once he parks in the parking lot of his apartment complex, the rush of the ride hits you, making you realise just how quick the trip was.

“You okay?” Ken’s voice picks up and you have to blink up at him several times just to make sense of his words. You nod in reply once you realise he’s climbed off the bike and is now standing beside you with his hand outstretched to help you climb off.

After taking your helmet off you and returning under the seat, you slip your hand into his much larger one and it ignites something inside you, making your hips buckle slightly once you’re fully standing but you hope he reasons that with the adrenaline still coursing through your body from the ride.

The walk up to his apartment is long, despite it only being a walk up two flights of stairs, but there’s a tension in the air that you hope he feels as well. The tension only grows undeniably more once you stop in front of his door where he unlocks the door and steps inside as he looks at you over his shoulder. The second you step in and the door closes and locks behind you, you’re pushed up against the solid frame with Ken’s figure looming over you. One hand rests on your hip while the forearm of the other is folded above your head.

You barely get the chance to collect your thoughts and speak as he leans down and your lips tingle as you await the feeling of his lips on yours, something you’ve been aching for the entire night. But a swift swoop of his neck and suddenly your eyes, that are pointed forward, landing on the head of the dragon tattoo on his temple. “Gonna take you up to my room, ‘kay?” His voice is raspy and his breath is warm as it brushes over the shell of your ear.

Your breathing gets heavier as you push all your self control into not letting a sound fall from your mouth, letting the nodding of your head answer his question. It satisfies him just enough, knowing you’ve gotten too flustered to give him a verbal answer with how riled up you’ve gotten. His hold on your hips and the lack of presence between your legs is the only thing that’s stopping your hips from moving on their own accord in soothing the ache underneath your skirt.

Your arousal only grows tenfold when two large palms appear on the flesh of your ass, lifting you up with ease before you completely melt into his figure, arms wrapping around his neck as he steps back and makes his way to his room. Your skin burns as his lips meet the curve where your neck and shoulder meets, just resting on the flesh as he takes in the scent of your jasmine scented perfume that causes his cock to fatten up in his pants.

“I know, princess. Almost there.” The walk to his bedroom feels longer than it usually is, but that could just be because the low moan that sounds from the back of your throat at the nickname distracts him from his steps to his room. “Oh, you like that? You like when I call you ‘princess’?” His head lifts up from your shoulder as he turns around and pushes the door to his room even further before stepping in. You hum once again in approval just as he takes three large strides to the foot of his bed before letting you fall back on his soft mattress.

The scent of his bed sheets smell like the soft undertone you picked up from him early on. The cotton fabric smells exactly like what you’re already used to from him, just without his cologne that he had spritzed on himself for your meeting.

In an instant, the artificially strong scent encases you once more as his face hovers above you, dark eyes peering into you before you close your eyes, giving in to the lust in his irises. His lips meet yours before you can prepare yourself, the only downside to obstructing your eyes so soon, but your lips return his attack almost immediately. You can taste the hunger on his lips as he sucks on your bottom lip, tongue slipping into your mouth when you let out a soft gasp when he nips on the plumpness. Your breath heaves out of your nostrils and warms the other’s face as he swallows down the soft moans out of you.

Ken’s body completely rests on top of yours, the bulge in his dark slacks moving along your cunt through your panties, which had been exposed when his hands trailed up the side of your thighs  to hike the fabric up and bunch around your hips. Your hips twitch against his as your hands slips underneath his denim jacket to run up his becks and smooth over his muscled shoulders. You would continue exploring his body with your hands but you don’t get the chance as he pulls back from the kiss and his presence disappears above you, leaving you pouting as your hands fall to your sides before his hands cup around your thighs to hold them over his shoulders.

You lift your head up to look at him as he flattens himself down onto his stomach, face just an inch or two away from your heat. Close enough for you to unconsciously clench your thighs around his head but not close enough to soothe the neediness that’s growing for him by the second. “Ken.” You want to add more, want him to stop waiting as his eyes hold their gaze on the growing wet patch on the fabric of your black laced panties.

“Dressed up for me, did you?” Thick fingers press further into your skin as he pushes his face into your heat, forcefully making him drown in your scent. “Were you really expecting to end up in the same bed as me tonight?” You can only whine in reply as embarrassing sounds spill out of your mouth, too riled up to fight back and too shy to ask for more. You get your point across when your hips lift to follow after his presence once he moves back, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Be patient, princess.” His warning is fruitless with the way he can’t even be patient himself, one hand disappearing from around the flesh of your right thigh to rub over the dark spot on the fabric which causes you to buck against his digits. A low hum sounds from between your legs and your face heats up even further once you realise he finds amusement in your flusteredness.

“Please, Ken.” You properly beg this time, head falling back into the soft cushion of his pillow, losing the energy to hold your head up. Your hands move from its tight grip on the bed sheets to his hair, unsatisfied with the restriction of your fingers threading through his loose locks. A playful smirk tugs on his lips as his hand disappears from your panties to tug his hair out of its hair tie and you immediately tug at his roots, hips bucking to silently beg for him to touch you.

“Makin’ it real hard for me to wait, pretty.” His words have a bite to them as if he’s actually frustrated that his efforts are put to waste, especially once he finally gives in. Your anticipation meets its end as he leans back just slightly to tug your panties down your legs before they’re discarded over his shoulder, giving him a full view of your leaking cunt looking all pretty just for him.

“All for you, Ken.” Your sentence comes out in a light sigh as he dives in, mouth closing around your clit and sucking until your hands tug at his roots even tighter. He groans as you twitch in his mouth, excited over feeling his warmth ease the ache that he caused purely from his existence. A low groan vibrates against your cunt, causing arousal to leak out of your clenching hole and him moving his mouth down to catch your sweet juices on the flat of his tongue.

“Tastes like heaven, princess. Give me more.” When you lift your head up to look at him with your eyebrows scrunched up in pleasure, you note the way his eyes look almost cat-like, completely darkened with lust as he gazes back at you. His tongue laps at your entrance like a starved man, wet sounds following the movements of his tongue that has you lifting one hand off his hair to cry into the back of your palm.

“Just like that, Ken. Fe– feels so good.” Your words come out in panted breaths as his tongue lifts up to swirl around your sensitive bud, taking advantage of how riled up you are to draw more pleasure into you. His hands move to hold onto your hips for stability while they move on their own accord to grind into his face. “‘m close, Ken. Wanna cum.” Your voice grows soft and your eyes clench shut as your stomach tightens, body on the brink of orgasm and his mouth doesn’t stop his relentlessness on your cunt.

The vibrations of his hums and groans only force more whimpers out of you, making you all the more sensitive over his touch. “Cum then. Give me everything you’ve got.” It’s crude the way he speaks into your cunt, almost as if it’d be a waste of time if his mouth isn’t connected to your wet slit. You don’t get the chance to dwell over his lewd actions, the permission to cum rings in your head as more breathless pants huff out of your mouth and nose, alternating between the two breathing points and making your head begin to spin.

“Cumming, Ke– Ken. I’m cumming!” Your back arches off the mattresses as the coil in your lower stomach snaps and your orgasm washes over you, your words melting into babbles and moans. His ministrations slow down generously enough to not force you into overstimulation but just enough to ride out your high, tongue cleaning the juices that continues drooling out of you while also stroking over your twitching muscles until you pull his head away with the hand holding onto his hair. “Gonna make me too sensitive, Ken.” You open your eyes to look down at him, voice barely above a whisper.

In a split second, Ken’s hands disappear from your hips and plant beside your arms, allowing him to lift himself up your body until his face is hovering just above yours with your lips just a breaths away from each other. You want to tell him how pretty he looks with his lips and the sides of his mouth glistening with your juices that you groan at the taste of when crashes his lips onto yours.

“See how sweet you taste?” He mumbles against your parted lips, which sucks the air out of his own mouth. “I’ve never tasted anything better, princess.” You can’t not agree, not when your slick mixed with the taste of him is like ambrosia, sweeter than you could ever imagine.

You moan softly in reply as you connect your lips with his again, the small sounds of affirmation is all he needs to melt his mouth back against yours. While his mouth is occupied on your own, his hands busy themselves with trailing over your body, hands reaching up underneath your turtle neck to grope at your breasts. Your mounds fit perfectly into his large palms and you arch your chest higher up into him, seeking for more of his warmth.

“Can’t wait anymore, Ken.” Your hand travels down and cups the hardened bulge in his pants, eyes widening as you pull back from the kiss and he lifts his head up to see the surprise on your face. The outline of his cock barely fits in the palm of your hand and you have to wonder how big he really is.

“Fuck, I can’t wait either, princess. But I don’t wanna rush.”

His hands disappear from your chest and you immediately miss the feeling of his weight on you, but your irritation quickly dissolves as his tugs his jacket off and drops on the ground before his hand grip the collar on the back of his shirt, pulling it up and sliding his head out before it slips off the rest of his body and exposes his toned torso and defined abs to you.

You swallow audibly as your hands reach down to trail your fingers over his muscles but a hand wraps around your wrists, holding them together before the tip of your fingers can meet his skin. You look up at him, impatience clear in your eyes as he uses his free hand to tug your skirt down your legs and baring your naked lower body to him even more but at this point, you’re too far gone to let the embarrassment get the better of you.

“Take your top off for me. I wanna see all of you.” He orders as he leans down, pulling your combined wrists up and holding them over your head as his lips over your own. His head dips down just slightly to capture your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it softly before letting it fall back in place as he releases his hold on your wrists and sits up, shuffling back off the bed to discard his jeans and boxers.

He has half a mind to chuckle softly at your hurried movements as you pull the constricting fabric off your body, especially when you lean back against your elbows to face him properly with a small pout tugged on your lips. His eyes flick over your body, hunger clear in his gaze as he admires the swell of your breasts pushed up in the lacy black bra that matched the panties you’d worn.

In an instant, he’s crawling over your body once more before settling himself in between your parted thighs. His hands cup at your breasts and with slow and sensual movements, he pulls the padding down with a grin pulling at his lips at the way your breasts spill out, nipples perked up with excitement and anticipation which grows further once he leans down and closes his lips around your left nipple. A hand cups over your other breast, fingers pinching the other nipple and copying the ministrations of his teeth nipping gently at the one in his mouth.

“Feels good, Ken.” You breathe out as your head tilts to the side to look down at him with hazy eyes. His eyes flick up to your face, huffed breaths from his nose hitting your skin as his tongue flicks over the sharp pain of his teeth. His free hand travels around your body, stopping at the back clasp of your bra before unclasping it expertly with his one hand, sending your mind spiralling. The straps of your loosened bra falls off your shoulders and down your body as his mouth moves to your other breast, giving it the same attention as the other.

Ken’s impatience gets the better of him before he can really indulge himself with your tits, a quick look at your clouded eyes and he’s leaning back and tugging off the last remaining clothing between both of you, his boxers. As soon as his cock springs free from the confines of the fabric, your eyes widen as a sharp gasp falls from your lips. He looks heavy just from the way his cock drops away from his body, hanging with thickness that makes the weight make sense.

“Something wrong?” There’s smugness in his voice as he takes in the way you look like a fish out of water, lips opening and closing as you internally try and comprehend how he’s supposed to fit inside you. When you look up at him, any chance of a cocky remark flies out the window with the way his long hair frames his face and his darkened eyes bore into yours.

You shake your head as he moves over you once more, forcing you to lie back against his pillow, freezing for a split second as he picks up one of the pillows and places it underneath your hips to alleviate it. “I’m clean but do you want me to use a–”

“Don’t. I’m on the pill. Just want to feel all of you.” You don’t know if your eyes can widen anymore given how they keep growing with the realisation that he’s about to be inside you. The audacity of him to assume you’d want a flimsy piece of rubber in the way of feeling his naked cock throbbing inside your walls.

He gives you an incredulous look in reply as your desperate expression deepens, your hips beginning to move on their own and buck up against the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. His tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek as he nods, eyes casting down to his cock that twitches and smears precum along your clit. A hand at the base holds the head against your fluttering entrance and your hands shoot up to grip at his biceps as he pushes in. The stretch is painful because he feels bigger than he looks and his mouth on your cunt only made you wetter but wasn’t enough to fully prep you, but with the way your toes curl and a shiver wracks through your body, you can’t deny that it doesn’t feel good just as much.

“Go slow, Ken. You’re so big.”

“But you can take it, no?” He knows he’s big and you’re still gushing around him once the entirety of his thick tip is inside you. The squeeze of your walls has his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head as he slowly thrusts forward even more, going easy on you just because he doesn’t want it to be over before it’s even begun. He’s patient over the next few minutes but only because your sharp gasps that melt into soft sighs every time another inch of his cock dives into you, sounds melodious in his ears.

Ken’s hand curls up into tight fists once he fully bottoms out inside you, a hefty groan sounding from the back of his throat and a low moan slipping from your mouth as you tip your head back and let your eyes flutter shut. Your walls tighten around him as he draws his hips back, not wanting him to pull out but a soft kiss to the cheek has you relaxing just enough.

“Relax, I’m not going anywhere, princess.”

He pushes his hips back in once your walls relax to fit him in, tip snuggling up against your cervix, the lift of your hips from the pillow making the spot so easy to find. You’re really in for it now.

Your eyes open to meet his gaze as your hands relax around his arms and travel up to squeeze at his shoulders. “Go faster.” You find yourself begging, craving the delicious stretch of his cock pounding into you and splitting you wide open. His arms bend into a 90° angle as he lowers himself to plant his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans and cries into his mouth. If you were in the right state of mind, you’d be embarrassed to know that the kiss was only so wet because you’d forgotten how to swallow, Ken’s cock driving into you and bruising your cervix forcing every coherent thought out of your brain until the only thing you can register is him and him only. All of him.

“S-so good, Ken. Feels so good. I can’t–” Your eyes clench shut once you feel tears brimming at your lash line from the abuse of his pelvis slamming against your clit and cock reaching places deeper that even your biggest dildo couldn’t reach. Whines and whimpers freely tumble out of your mouth once he pulls his lips off yours and leans back, hands hooking underneath your thighs to lift them up and bend them over his broad shoulders before he’s leaning down again and fucking into you after literally folding your body in half.

“Fuck, princess.” His nose nudges against yours as your foreheads press against each other’s. You groan and your walls tighten at the sound of your pet name followed by a sharp hiss of the curse word, too erotic in your own ears that you wonder if it was your imagination playing with you. This can’t be real, it feels too good to be true.

“Your greedy pussy’s just sucking me right in. Can’t believe you were doubting yourself earlier.”

No, this is real. As if the slide of his veiny cock along your walls wasn’t enough to tell you so, the lewdness of his words made reality hit you harder than his hips slamming into you at this very moment.

“Wasn’t doubting.” You lie straight through your teeth as your toes curl in pleasure, body heating up and creating sweat that makes both of your bodies stick together uncomfortably with every contact you make. “Can’t think, it feels so good.”

“Mhm, yeah you’re taking me so well, princess. Let me– let me see you again after this. Can’t stay away from this pussy after today.”

Your mind makes you babble words of agreement even if you can’t actually comprehend what he’s actually saying but at the same time, you know that you don’t want to be without him or his cock either. You’re sure your cunt will be moulded to fit only him after tonight.

“Open your eyes, princess. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.” Ken’s voice is gruff due to the lack of breath and low whisper of his words but it still strikes a cord deep inside you that has you opening your eyes, eager to obey his words. “There they are.” He bites down on his lips, plump flesh turning white with how hard his teeth digs into his bottom lip. Opening your eyes only has them watering further before the tears spill over your eyes and down the side of your face and into your hairline.

The sight shouldn’t be as arousing as it is but at this point, everything about you has him feeling overwhelmed. His strokes turn slower as his stamina reaches its limit, resorting to grinding his cock into you slowly and deeply as he shuffles forward and lifts your hips up even further. The new position has you feeling like he’s actually in your stomach, so deep inside you that you tighten around him even more while your mouth falls open in a silent moan. “Right there, Ken. I’m gonna cu– ahh!”

Your mind goes numb as your words come to life, stomach tightening just as much as the hold you have on his arms. Your eyes lock with one another’s while your eyebrows scrunch up in pleasure. “Just like that, princess. You look so pretty cumming for me.” He groans as his hips pick up its pace to fuck you through your high while also reaching for his. “Gonna fill you up, yeah? You want that?” Dirty words asking for permission to finish inside you. He doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything more than to just let his cock swell up and empty his balls inside you only to watch it all leak out of you once he pulls out.

“Yeah, please, Ken. God, cum inside me.” Your words come out in a broken moan, shaky hands reaching up to cup his cheeks to ground yourself from the after effects of your orgasm and the overstimulation he’s forcing you into. It’s all he needs for him to press himself deeper into you as he sheaths his cock all the way inside and lets his cock spurt out his warm seed all over your walls, his deep voice filling the room with low groans and panted breaths. You feel it and the twitching of his entire cock inside you. If you thought you were full with just his cock earlier, then you’re loaded now with his cock and his cum combined.

You might have cum again around him, but you’re not too sure. Either way, your body quivers underneath him once your high falls down from its peak and he leans back to let your legs fall against the bed, blood rushing to fill them up quickly and you feel pins and needles appear under your skin.

“Feel okay?” He asks you as he rubs along the side of your thighs, slowly pulling his cock out with both of you wincing at the loss of warmth from each other. You nod in reply as your legs snap shut to stop his cum from leaking out of your hole which he promptly notices and pries your limbs apart to watch the white liquid ooze out and travel down your perineum.

“Ken, stop. It’s embarrassing.” You whine as you reach down to cover your sex, immediately drawing your hand back when you feel just how wet it is. He chuckles softly as his tongue pokes at his cheek, creating a small bulge from the outside that has you clenching once more at how attractive the sight is. Luckily, he looks away before he notices and instead climbs off his bed and disappears into his bathroom. You hear the sound of water from the tap running for a minute before he returns with his cock clean and a small dampened towel in his hand.

He makes his way in between your legs once again and wipes the mess on your pussy, smiling to himself as your body twitches from sensitivity before he accomplishes his task and drops the towel to the floor. He slides under the covers beside you and lifts the sheets up so you can climb under and once you do, his arm wraps around your waist while you splay an arm over his chest.

The two of you lie in silence for a little while, his large thumb rubbing over your skin in a soothing manner before he lifts his upper body up to pick his jacket up from the floor. You watch with tired eyes as he pulls his phone out from the pocket and unlocks it.

“What are you doing?” You ask, not being able to see the screen until he holds his phone up right on top of his stomach. He doesn’t reply.

Instead, you watch as his thumb swipes on his home screen until it lands on the Tinder app icon. He clicks onto the app and goes on the settings before scrolling all the way down where the tab ‘Delete Account’. Your eyes widen once he clicks the button before deleting the app and lift your head up to look at him for an explanation, with your entire body burning up even further against his skin

“I was serious with what I said before. Can we see each other again after this? I’ll take you on a proper date this time.”

The smile on his lips is too sweet and the look in his eyes tells you all too much that your feelings and thoughts are mutual so you find yourself nodding. “I’d love that.”

“It’s a date then.” That god awful but attractive smile of his spreads even further as he dips his head down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

no fucking way maï😭😭😭😭😭😭

you outdid yourself. i'm going insane over this

Happy birthday.

Pairing : Draken x fem!reader.

Genres : Nsfw, slight fluff.

Warnings: Vaginal penetration. Maybe a bit of praise ?

wc: ~ 1.700

A/N : This fic is 1000% dedicated to @tenrichouku . I wish you a happy fucking birthday baby. I'm so grateful and happy to have you in my life, you're an amazing person (and writer despite you saying otherwise.) I love you too much for my own good, and I hope you'd an amazing day. Enjoy this small gift! ♡

+ sorry if some parts don't make sense or for any grammar mistakes, I wrote it in less than an hour because I was too busy before to write it. And since I wanted to post it today... anyway!

He wasn't mad. No, Ken was stunned. The sight offered to him now did something to him, something he couldn't explain, but he felt it. The way your body looked with his jacket, the way your legs - naked legs- looked under it, it made him hard, instantly. The moment he entered your shared apartment and saw you like that, he knew he would destroy you.

Well, you would never have thought it would be that big of a deal. You've been rummaging through boxes from his teenage years and stumbled upon his old jacket, and found it nice. It was warm enough to cover yourself with it, and since your boyfriend was big -really- it fell perfectly. The small designs looked familiar too and you realised he was wearing the cloth in each photograph he showed you. You didn't think much of it, and it felt warm to wear something he owned. His scent faded away through the years which wasn't surprising, but it was strangely well kept. No holes, no stains… Ken was certainly careful with his belongings. 

As he was with you.

You thought it would be a good idea to surprise him with it, and so, only wearing a large tee shirt underneath it -his tee shirt- you started preparing dinner for you and him, since it was soon the end of the day. You knew he would be back early today as it was your birthday, and you wanted to do something for him. You pictured him scolding you as you started cooking, which made you smile. Yeah, Ken would totally complain about how you would still do something for him while it was supposed to be your day. 

But when you love someone, you shall return their actions, right?

And so, when you felt two big hands on your hips, you beamed. You were so happy to have him back with you, here, in your home.

"Hey. I didn't-"

"Where did you find it?" You didn't understand what he was talking about at first so you stayed silent, frowning while stopping what you were doing.

"What?"

"The jacket. Where did you find it?" As he repeated his question Ken forced you to turn around, facing him now. You had to lift your head up a bit in order to see his face, but you didn't get what he meant by that. Until something popped up in your mind. You messed up real big this time.

"I- I'm sorry. I didn't know you wouldn't want me to wear it. Let me take it off and put it back in the box." As you nibbled your lip to prevent the guilt from showing, you detached yourself from his hold and got ready to take the way too large jacket off.

"Don't. I didn't ask you to do that. I asked you where you found it, doll."

"In… in one of those boxes. The ones you stuffed with belongings of the past." You felt so small under his gaze, it was so disturbing. The silence was thick, and as you felt like crying, you heard his loud laugh filling the kitchen.

"I see. Well, it's looking fucking good on you. Don't dare take it off." He pressed himself against your body as you automatically sighed with relief. Good, he wasn't mad.

"But take your clothes off. Keep the jacket, I want you naked underneath it." You almost choked on your saliva hearing his request. You didn't know if he was serious, but you knew better than to test your boyfriend. So you complied, eyes on him while slowly taking the jacket off only to remove the large shirt. You weren't wearing any bra, too lazy when you stayed all day inside. Your panties joined the piece of clothing quickly on the floor, by your feet. You tried your best to hide your body with the jacket, but Draken was quick to make you stop.

"Don't hide. I wanna see my beautiful girlfriend wearing it. God, you look so good with it baby. Makes me go insane."

His words affected you deeply, and you could already feel the wetness pooling from your aching core.

"Ken…" your whine was so soft, almost like a whisper. But your hands became more daring as they gripped the fabric of his hoodie.

"Fuck." His growl surprised you but his hands snaking to your breasts were quick to distract you from the sound. As he cupped your tits, Ken leaned and caught your mouth in a heated kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips, forcing the access. Rubbing himself against your thighs, he made sure you felt how hard he was. And by the way he was kissing you right now, he wanted to show you who was the culprit.

His fingers found your nipple and pinched it softly, laughing in the kiss when hearing your small gasp. You were so cute.

His other hand travelled south until reaching your cunt, and Draken didn't lose time, rubbing his digit on your puffy folds, smearing your arousal all over your pussy. 

"God. So fucking wet for me. You wanted me to come back home that bad huh? Make you feel good, yeah?"

"Yes. Been thinking of you all day long, Ken."

"I'm here now, doll. Just for you."

Nodding mindlessly to his words, you allowed yourself to lose your shyness for tonight, letting him pull back and lift you up on the counter.

"Keep the jacket, obey me." Nodding once again, your hands going for his braided hair, you tug at it, loving the way it fell easily on his shoulders. Ken was such a handsome man, and you were so lucky to have him.

What you didn't know however, was how your man thought the same about you, obsessing over you all day, fantasizing about all the things he wanted to do to you tonight.

"You're so beautiful like that." His eyes were focused on you and how your naked body looked magnificent with his old cloth. If only he'd known, he would have let you borrow it sooner.

"Make me so soft for you baby. You have no idea." Spreading your legs to accommodate him, you smiled, too flustered to say anything. Your heart beat faster in your chest as his lips attached to your neck, sucking and leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your jugular only to reach your collarbone.

"Gonna make you feel so good. Have to please my girl for her birthday, right?" 

"Yes please!" Your eagerness made him laugh as he unbuckled his pants, letting them fall on the ground, close to your clothes. Taking off his boxers, Draken stroked his hard member a few times, coating his length with the leaking pre-cum.

Approaching your figure once again, he brought you closer to him by your knees, making you yelp as your body came close to the edge of the counter, your hands finding balance on his shoulders.

"Please Ken…" Whimpering while looking at him with glassy eyes, begging to be taken, you shivered with pleasure when he slid the tip of his cock over your slit, mixing both of your juices.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Always for you." Your answer made him smile once again, and bringing one hand to your nape, Ken inserted himself slowly, knowing how big he was, and knowing how tight you were. He didn't want to hurt you, especially not tonight when he just wanted to love you and show you how much you deserved. Your moan got muffled by his mouth, and crying in the kiss as you felt him stretching you the way you liked, you tightened your hold on his hair. 

"Fuck. So warm for me." His comment did nothing but fuel your desire for him, and Ken could feel it by the way you clenched around him. Finally fully inside, he started moving, thrusting his hips rather quickly, finding a steady rhythm as his grip on your hips intensified. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass and your juices coating his length each time he pulled out were driving him insane. 

But the sight offered to him topped it all. 

Your cheeks were flushed red, your eyes open and shining with tears. Your lips, beautifully swollen -due to the abusing amount of kisses you two shared- were parted, making it easy for him to hear your pretty broken voice crying his name.

He quickened his rhythm when he noticed how your nails dug deeper in the flesh of his biceps as he hit a particular spot. Making sure to abuse it again and again, Ken groaned in your mouth, drool mixing as one of his hands entangled with your hair, bringing you, if possible, closer to him.

You felt so good. You could feel the way his dick throbbed inside you, and the veins adorning his length. Your boyfriend was huge, but nothing you couldn't handle. Each time needed prep, but tonight was different. The wetness leaking from your hole has been enough to make him slide in and out of your pretty pussy, and now that your orgasm was approaching, you felt like screaming. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you deeper, you circled his hips with your legs, locking Ken between them, his fat cock driving you crazy. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, you began to chase it, slowly moving your hips in unison with his to meet his thrusts halfway. Taking his hand which was on your hips, you moved it to your clit, begging him silently to help you reach your end. 

Ken smiled in the kiss. He knew you by heart  after all. All shy and timid but when he was balls deep inside you,  you lost all inhibition. Rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves, he let you grip his hair harshly as your legs shook around his body. He felt how hard you clenched around him, and tensing his abs, he grunted loudly. With one final thrust and you arching your back to meet his chest, cumming hard on his cock, he emptied himself inside your gummy walls, filling you up to the brim.

Slowly detaching himself from you, he cupped your cheeks and pecked your lips a few times before smiling at your fucked out expression.

"I love you so fucking much. Happy birthday again, baby."

And They Were Best Friends

Pairing: Draken x F!Reader x Mitsuya

CW/TW: Hurt/Comfort, Situation-ship without the benefits, Oral F (face sitting) and M receiving/giving, vaginal sex, rough-ish sex (It's Draken, what're we gonna do), swearing, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart, beautiful), nipple play.

Summary: Six years is a long time to dance around your feelings for your two best friends. When you are forced to move out of your apartment, Draken suggests you move in with him and Mitsuya, where things become even more complicated.

Word count: 8.6k

tag list: @awkwardchick87

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At some point in the last five years, Draken and Mitsuya had become permanent fixtures in your life. You couldn’t even pinpoint the moment when people started asking where any of the other sides of your triangle were when you showed up alone or if they showed up somewhere without you. It was to be expected at this point. 

You three simply were.

You can’t remember the last time at least one of them wasn’t crowded into your too-small one-bedroom apartment with you, silently sitting with you while you worked or helping you cook whatever the three of you would be having for dinner that night. 

If it wasn’t your place, you were at the shop when Draken would have to work late, you and Mitsuya keeping him company as the streetlights came on, illuminating the streets in a crimson, orange glow while he pushed to finish up his project. 

Or it was Mitsuya's place when his mom needed someone to watch the girls. Laughter and unbridled joy filtered in and out as the three of you wrangled them in for the night. Others, it was Mitsuya’s loft design studio, you and Draken curled up on the small sofa together, having fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning while the third part of your lives sketched and pinned, needing to get his designs out but still needing you nearby. 

It was somehow domestic.

Outside looking in, people thought it was an odd dynamic—an overly complicated situation of feelings that would eventually lead to heartbreak. 

But to the three of you, it just was. 

In the five years, it had always been simple. Crushes had come and gone, packed down into boxes that couldn’t be opened out of fear of ruining what had become your lives. Mitsuya never missed how Drakens lips turned into a small smile when you entered a room, instantly lighting up the room, even on the darkest days. Draken never failed to recognize the longing in Mitsuya’s when you would push the hair from his eyes as he poured over sketches like Mitsuya wished those touches would linger just a little longer so he could soak in your warmth for just a little longer. 

The two had some unspoken agreement not to push, too wrapped up in the comfort that you all brought to the others, even at the cost of their own fulfillment if that’s what it took. 

They never saw how your eyes would linger on one or the other, wishing that the moments of happiness and friendship they offered could turn into more. They didn’t know that when they would eventually leave you at night, with a hug that lingered a little too long or a look in their eyes like they wished they could stay, you hoped for the same thing, to spend every night in the comfort of their presence, waking up to another day with them. So instead, you listened as their motorcycles would rumble to life and count as the noise slowly turned into the stillness of night once more. 

But just like them, you knew that pushing those lines was out of the question. That one day, you would have to let them go so they could find what they needed outside of you. You would never ask them to choose between you and them. They were the twin dragons, two sides of the same coin, never to be separated, bonded through life and blood. 

Never once did any of you stray from the others. Year after year, settling into a routine that revolved around your complicated situation.

“They’re upping my rent at the beginning of the month,” you groaned one night as you leaned against Draken on the couch in the studio. He had a leg folded up, ankle sitting on top of his knee as he thumbed through an old motorcycle manual you had picked up for him at a thrift store. His other arm slung over the back of the couch, unknowingly drawing little shapes into the bare skin of your shoulder. 

Mitsuya stuck his drawing pen behind his ear and turned on the stool. “Too much?”

You hummed a confirmation. You’d have to move. You rented that place initially because it had been a steal, but recently, it seemed like your rent kept increasing, and your pay kept getting thinner.

“You talk to Peh and Pah?” Draken shut the manual after dog-earing a worn-out, oil-stained page. 

You shook your head, “Not yet. I was going to give them a call in the morning. But from what I could find, I’m probably going to have to move further out of the city.” 

Both men stiffened almost imperceptibly, locking eyes across the room. 

Leaving the city meant you’d be gone from them longer than they’d like, keeping you just out of reach of their protection. Draken felt his stomach sink at the thought of not having you close. Not being able to show up where you are and watch as your eyes lit up, how you’d wrap your much smaller frame into his own as you pressed against him before wrapping you in his arms, hugging you close. 

“I’ll pick you up in the morning,” Mitsuya said softly, lost in his thoughts. “I’ll take you down there and talk to them with you.” The unspoken “we’re not letting you go” passed between the two men. Draken nodded in agreement with the plan and Mitsuya’s resolve. 

Draken sighed heavily and dropped his head back, staring out the skylight in the ceiling, watching as one star in the sky slowly blinked out of existence. “We’ll figure this out, sweetheart.”

You had been out the door the following morning before Mitsuya had even finished pulling up to your apartment, having heard him coming. You knew the sound of their bikes like the back of your hands at this point. It was chilly, the tepid days of fall slowly filtering into the early brisk of winter, and you shivered as Mitsuya kicked down the stand before getting off, leaving the bike running. His face was pinched, his eyebrows scrunched together as he took you in; something was bothering him that he wasn’t ready to voice. 

You raised a hand and wordlessly smoothed your thumb between his brows, relaxing his face. He smiled gently as he reached for the helmet on his bike and placed it on your head, pulling the braid you had secured your hair into over your shoulder before fastening the buckle under your chin. When he was done, he tilted your chin up with a finger, staring into your eyes with a softness you weren’t ready to acknowledge. Something shifted last night when you said you would need to move. Like a leg had been kicked out from the stool, you all sat on precariously, waiting to tumble into the unknown. You felt the pull to Mitsuya now, just as you had felt last night with Draken when he had dropped you off, unable to meet your gaze as he left you at your front door with a lingering hold on your hand, afraid that if he let go, it might be the last time he got to do something that had become part of his ritual for far too long. 

You had almost asked him to stay. 

Mitsuya climbed back on the bike and held out a hand to help you on as he steadied it. You would miss this. He would pull your arms around his waist to secure you to his back before shifting into first and slowly easing out onto the main street. This time felt different. Mitsuya needed to feel your arm around him. Needed to feel you pressed against him where you belonged. 

He and Draken had decided long ago to put their feelings aside for your sake. But the thought of you being gone had tipped something in them both last night. The stupidity of their lack of trust in your relationship coming back to haunt them in their sleepless night and late exchange of texts discussing how they could keep you with them. Mitsuya felt that sting now more than he ever had. 

“So, I’m screwed?” You said thirty minutes later in Peh and Pah’s office as they explained your options. 

There wasn’t much to rent, and buying wasn’t an option. You’d either need roommates to afford rent or, as you thought, you’d have to move further away from the area you had grown to love over the past five years. Your home. The sanctuary that you had built. 

“Basically,” Peh grumbled. 

The other original members of Toman knew what you meant to their brothers but, like everyone else, never mentioned it. However, they all respected what had been built between you, knowing that you were what was needed after their lives of turmoil. Even Pah was up to date after some much-needed explanations from Peh. 

Draken had been silent the whole meeting, leaning up against the wall behind you and Mitsuya with his hands balled into fists, shoved into his pockets. He watched as your shoulders deflated at the realization that your one Hail Mary had failed. 

“What if,” Draken spoke quietly into the somber room, “we all found a place? Together.” 

You whirled in your seat, shock written across your face at the suggestion.

Mitsuya hummed in fake contemplation. He and Draken had filtered the idea around last night, only wanting to offer it to you if needed. They knew your independence—how you liked having your own space. 

“I do need a bigger studio. I keep running out of room, but I’m not ready to move to a whole building yet,” Mitsuya said as if he was thinking aloud. It wasn’t necessarily a lie. Simply a slightly grandiose version of the truth.

You whirled on Mitsuya next, blindsided by their offer. 

“But Inui,” you started as you turned back to Draken. He shrugged.

“The shop is doing well enough that he doesn’t need me to split the cost anymore. Plus, getting away from the guy a little more would be nice. Love him, but….” Draken trailed off with another nonchalant shrug. 

They had already discussed this with Pah and Peh, the possibility of moving the three of you into one place. You could afford it, even if they tried to pick up more of the cost. You loved your job— it was your passion. Even if the compensation wasn’t the best at times, you always made it work, and that was one of the things the Twin Dragons admired about you so much. 

Your mind was reeling. You could… you all could. But would that complicate things? How would you all navigate such tight quarters with the feelings you all had been avoiding? The sealed lid you kept on your feelings for both men slowly unraveled, the stitches fraying from years of being overstuffed with everything you felt. 

Mitsuya looked at Pah and Peh. “Give us a minute?”

Both men quickly exited the room, mumbling something about needing to look at other paperwork anyways.

Draken approached you both, hands still in his pockets. He loomed over you, looking down at you with his eyes bouncing between your face and Mitsuya’s.

“This’ll keep you here, sweetheart,” he said uncharacteristically gently. He walks around the chair you sit in and crouches before you, his hands finally coming from his pockets to rest on your knees. The veins in his hands were more prominent than usual from their clenching.

“Stay with us,” he whispered, a soft plea in the words that cracked your heart. Mitsuya looked on, his turn to stay silent. The words coming from Draken would mean more than his own. No jealousy came with that thought— it was just fact. Draken expressing his need for you in the only way he knew how to would be more powerful than Mitsuya saying the exact same thing. You looked at Mitsuya, and that brilliant smile spread across his face, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

The part of you that feared what this would mean was won out by your need to keep things the same. The knife slowly tipped sideways as you took your phone from your pocket and emailed your landlord.

This is my 30-day notice to vacate.

Draken and Mitsuya deposited your boxes and bed in the primary room, saying something about how you needed the room with the bathroom connected for your privacy against your insistence that Mitsuya needed the space for his work. Mitsuya waved you off, stating he would claim the office as his own, and that was the end of the discussion. 

Somehow, Pah and Peh had found you a three-bedroom, two-bath with an office and spacious living room a perfect distance from D&D Motors, Mitsuya’s mom's home, and the rest of the prior Toman members. Almost like it was “fate.” By now, you knew better. Mikey had “accidentally” let it slip that they had all been searching for something perfect for you three during the whole debacle. No one in your circle seemed keen on the idea that you would have had to leave them. 

You spent the first night in your new home, settled on the floor together, eating takeout. 

Weeks passed. Then months. That unspoken tension continued to build, swirling around you, waiting for one of you to fall into the torrent of unspoken feelings. Maybe it was just you reading too much into the situation, hoping for something that couldn’t possibly be true. Perhaps it was just them making sure you didn’t have to leave and nothing more. Why would it be, after so long together and the moments you had shared? For everything to change now, to shift into something that had stopped crossing your mind for so long, could be nothing more than the pipedream of your unrequited feelings. What was the possibility of being with them and asking them to share you? 

But you couldn’t deny the attraction to them. You couldn’t resist how Draken would pull you into him after a long day, securing you against his side as you watched a movie. You never stopped Mitsuya from tucking you into him, resting his chin on the crown of your head while he basked in all the things that were you. They didn’t stop you when you crawled into their beds, seeking comfort from a sleepless night, falling into a dreamless, fitless sleep as either one unconsciously wrapped an arm around your waist and held you to their warmth. Nothing stopped any of you from the lingering touches on each other’s bodies as you went about your days, passing each other, seeing Draken off to work in the morning, or bidding Mitsuya good luck as he shut himself in his office for another day.

Soon, hugs turned into cupped cheeks with kisses pressed to your forehead. Fitting sessions turned into long gazes and unspoken words as Mitsuya used your body for his latest design. Trips to D&D became bringing dinner and riding home on the back of Drakens bike instead of with Mitsuya because you missed him a little extra that day. Soon, the muddied waters of what had been the shut box had become black with the things none of you would admit. 

Still, it didn’t stop.

“Are you dating them both?” 

You choked on your drink. Hina had called you earlier, asking if you wanted to meet at the little café near her and Takemitchi’s house. She wasted no time in asking the question that had been on everyone’s mind. She had seen the sly kiss Mitsuya had placed against your temple before he left after waving at Hina.

“I…” you said after you could breathe again. “I don’t really have an answer to that.” Although you probably should at this point.

Neither man pressed you for answers. Nor did you to them. Nothing ever went further than what it had all become. However, you knew at times when either would kindly excuse themselves from the room after being close to you for a little too long, gently putting space between your bodies to hide their need for you. They had discussed it in private when you weren’t home, what this all meant, and how to navigate it. Neither one had answers. All they knew was that you belonged with them, no matter what it looked like. If they spent the rest of their lives pining for you, then that’s what they would do; they had agreed. 

“No one would care if that’s what you’re worried about. You all have been dancing around your feelings for years,” Hina said. She was always straightforward with you. It was her job as your best friend. “We all just want to see you happy.”

Happy. But you were happy. Weren’t you? You chewed on your bottom lip. Thoughts raced through your mind about what could happen if you let go. If you let yourself feel the frightening and unending extent of what Draken and Mitsuya meant to you. It was an abyss with no end, and you never wanted it to.

“They both care for you a lot.” 

You knew that, and you said as much out loud.

“That’s not what worries me. What if it all goes to hell if I let myself go with them?”

Hina placed her chin in her hand and leaned across the table slightly. “Do you want them to be with someone else? It’s been almost six years now. I haven’t seen either one so much as look at another woman the way they look at you. I haven’t seen Draken so content to be around someone since we were teenagers. Mitsuya gravitates to you like you’re the sun in his universe. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve caught him looking for you in a crowded room, and he relaxes as soon as he sees you. Love never looks the same for everyone.”

Love.

A stitch on the box buried within you snapped.

You couldn’t think of them with someone else. The thought churned your insides, making you feel sick. It had never crossed your mind that they might eventually seek someone else out, ready to move into a new phase of their lives. It wasn’t jealousy at the possibility, just an unbridled sadness that sank claws into your heart and refused to let go. 

“What do I do?” You whispered the question, knowing the answer. You were afraid to admit it. Afraid to let it all loose and have it come crashing down around you in a torrent of pain and rejection. You knew logically that their actions spoke the opposite of what you were feeling. They could be feeling the effects of whatever this was just as much as you were and were too afraid to bring it up. But what if it was just a comfort to them?

“What if I’m just a placeholder, Hina?”

She giggled, and you cocked an eyebrow at the fit she had. 

“Six years is a long time to be a placeholder. I think you know what you need to do. We all support you guys. Take a chance. You never know what will happen.” 

The phone only rang once before Mitsuya picked up, and he was back with you before you could buy his and Draken's favorite pastries from the tiny café. 

You nervously pushed at your food that night, churned up by your conversation with Hina. If you didn’t do it now, you were worried that you would lose all resolve and never come back to it, content with how things were—intimidated by the unknown. 

Mitsuya cleared his throat, and your eyes snapped to his. He tilted his head to the side slightly, his way of wordlessly asking if something was wrong. You sighed heavily and placed your utensils down. Draken peeked up at you, alerted to the shift by the heavy puff of your breath, his dark hair falling into his face, still wet from the quick shower he had taken upon arriving home.

“I think we all need to talk.” 

Draken and Mitsuya exchanged a look, knowing what was about to happen.

“I’ll clean up,” Mitsuya said as he rose from the table, reaching for your plate. “Meet you in the living room, ‘kay?” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat before standing. Draken held out one of his hands, quickly lacing your fingers together and engulfing your smaller hand in his. His palms were sweaty as he led you to the couch, where you plopped down. He sat in front of you on the floor between your legs and craned his neck back to look at you. You knew what he wanted. 

Your hand carded through his hair, and his eyes fluttered shut as he felt your fingers drag against his skin. He always loved when you’d play with his hair when it was down. Something about the movements felt intimate to him. 

“Everything is going to change. Isn’t it?” You asked softly, breaking the stillness in the room.

“Not if you don’t want it to, but on some level, if this is going where Draken and I think it is, yes. On some level, it will,” Mitsuya answered as he entered the room, taking a spot next to you on the couch, leaning his back against the armrest, and crossing his arms across his chest. He was tense. Eyes full of something that resembled worry. 

“I feel like you guys have been waiting for this conversation to happen for a while.”

“Not so much waiting as hopin’ maybe one day it would happen,” Draken supplied, eyes still shut. He used the excuse of your hands in his hair to avoid looking at you. He knew if he did, any resolve he had built would crumble. His walls he had spent so long refusing to scale, seemed crumbling moment by moment. He had waited so long for this to potentially happen that it felt like a dream. He anticipated waking up at any moment, once again disappointed that he would have to go another day without calling you his. 

“What are we doing here, guys?” You forced the question out after a pregnant pause, hoping one of them would be the one to break it. Your hand glided through Drakens hair that was as dark as the ocean you found yourself in. 

“We’re simply three people living a very complex life together. None of us want to disrupt the peace we have managed to find. I’m gonna be honest with you, though, Princess,” Mitsuya said, leaning forward. “I don’t want to live like this anymore.”

Your heart sank at the words. You didn’t think your heart would instantly shatter at the words you had dreaded. Had you let things go for too long? Had you spent so long denying the way you felt that any chance of saving your relationships was about to go out the window?

Draken opened his eyes as your hands stilled in his hair. Your eyes were lined with tears as your brain went to the darkest place it could find quicker than either could rip you back from falling into it.

“We don’t want to keep dancin’ around how we feel, sweetheart,” Drakens low timber reverberated around the room. 

You looked down at him; it was the first time Draken truly let his walls shatter. You saw it in his eyes, how he felt for you, and the words he couldn’t quite find a way to say. It was all there, hidden in the depths of the swirling blackness that you recognized all too well, as if the depthless abyss you found yourself in at times was him surrounding you. The trickles of light that poked through being Mitsuya. You looked to the other man, and a sad smile worked its way across his delicate features. 

They took your breath away, these men. Each time you looked at them, it was a reminder of how beautiful they both were, from soul to body. Years they had spent by your side, supporting you, fighting for you. Watching and cheering you on as you chase your goals. They had held your hand through the most challenging times and walked beside you, always present. And they knew you had done the same, a steady constant in their lives that they could reach for when they needed you. 

“We know you feel the same, beautiful,” Draken admitted. “Six years is a long time to keep your feelings pushed down.” Your hand carded through his hair once more, a quiet answer to his confession as much as it was one. Because if they knew the depth of what you felt for them, for them both, then that was Drakens way of admitting he understood.

“What does it look like? How can I ask you to share me and be with you both? And what do we tell other people when they ask? At least now an easy “it’s complicated” seems to be enough to stop people from prying,” The questions spilled out of your mouth too quickly, and Mitsuya reached for one of your hands, gripping it tightly.

“Nothing about what we call ourselves or how to respond to people matters. If someone has a way they feel about it, they can keep it to themselves. So we are the only three that matter. And as far as sharing you goes,” a mirthless smirk crept across Mitsuya’s face, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Draken and I are brothers. We’ve been through too much together to let jealousy break us apart. But there would be none if that’s what you’re fear. I’ve watched as he held you for years, and it’s always settled something in me, knowing that you both were happy with each other.”

“Every time Takashi kisses your head, do you know how you sigh and lean into his touch?” Draken asks as he turns between your legs, kneeling before you. Something about the image of Draken knelt between your legs stirred something in you—the stoic, strong, unrelenting man, putting himself in front of you, offering up himself. “I’ve watched it hundreds of times. Each time it puts a tiny smile on your face. Belongin’ to both of us doesn’t mean anything other than that we are both yours.”

You sucked in a shaky breath as a tear slipped from your eyes. Draken caught it before it could fall from your cheek, and you leaned into the touch. A warmth bloomed in his chest at the motion, little sparks of electricity shooting up his arm at the contact. 

“I’ve spent so long keeping it all in check. Refusing to get between you two out of fear. I would never be the reason something comes between you.”

“You’d be the best thing to come between us,” Mitsuya responded quickly. It was something he had thought for years after concluding that he would be okay with sharing you with Draken. No other man was good enough to touch you. None other would be worthy enough to run his hands down your soft skin and hear your bubbling laugh. 

“Lemme kiss you,” Draken whispered, his dark eyes darting between your lips and your eyes. Even if it was once and you realized you couldn’t do it. He would be content for the rest of his life knowing he could taste your lips for a fleeting moment if that were all he was granted. Your tongue poked out between your lips, running along them before you gently bit your lower one. Draken watched each movement, suppressing a groan at the innocent motion. You glanced at Mitsuya, and he nodded. You nodded, and Draken slowly rose onto his knees, placing his hands beside your thighs on the couch before invading your space. The air between you grew thick with each slow movement, giving you time to reconsider and turn away. 

But you didn’t.

With each inch he closed between you, your resolve grew. You wanted to feel his lips against yours. Would they be soft? Would he taste sweet? Or would they be brash and overwhelming like the rest of him in an oh-so-good way? The first touch of his lips to yours was gentle, testing, and teasing—a ghost of a kiss that had you chasing him as he pulled away to gauge your reaction. You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him back to you. The kiss was unhurried as he pressed his lips against yours, and you lost yourself in the feeling. 

It was as if the gates you had sealed yourself behind unlocked at the sensation. He was the key that allowed you to let go and be free. You slotted your lips further against his, darting your tongue out between you and running it along his bottom lip, requesting permission. Draken groaned into the kiss, one calloused hand slipping to your thigh, dragging against your bare skin. His skin against yours set you on fire. 

The kiss deepened quickly—tongue dancing with tongue. Teeth bumping as you couldn’t get enough of each other. A fog in your brain promptly settled nothing but the man in front of you breaking through until you felt a hand on your cheek, breaking you away from Draken, and a different set of lips was pressed against yours. Mitsuya was different from Draken. Where Draken took Mitsuya gave. Where Draken devoured, Mitsuya allowed you to lead. He was sweet when Draken tasted of spice. The contrast between the two truly showed just how much they completed each other. 

Your body became aware, every nerve firing simultaneously as Drakens lips met the sensitive skin of your throat, kissing and biting before sucking little marks, marking you as his. He pulled back to look at the marks before pressing closer to you for more, unable to get enough of you now that he could finally touch you the way he had been aching. You didn’t know how you wound up in Mitsuya’s lap with Draken pressed against your back, still kneeling on the floor. 

You were turned once more, Drakens hand cupping your jaw as he pulled your lips back to his, eager to taste you again. He pushed closer against your back, trying to get as much contact with you as possible, and you gasped slightly into the kiss as you felt his erection push against you.

“Ignore it,” he said in between kisses. 

Mitsuya leaned forward to place kisses against your collarbones and neck, leaving his marks against your overly hot flesh. You were overwhelmed by them. They were everywhere. Their hands roamed over your body, leaving nothing untouched as they began to learn you in different ways. 

You didn’t want to ignore it. Mistuya had kept you low enough on his lap that if he was feeling the same as Draken, you couldn’t tell. You wanted to give in to the urges you had for years, fingering yourself in the shower or bed, biting down on anything you could to keep your moans from spilling into the hallway and alerting them to what you were doing. You needed to feel their flesh against your own with no clothes between you.

You reached your hand behind you and gently rubbed it over Draken’s hard cock, and his hips instantly bucked into your hand.

“Fuck,” he let out a strangled moan at the feeling. How often had he dreamt of this? Your hand pressed against him, stroking him to completion, letting his cum spill into your hand that he knew wouldn’t wrap entirely around his girth. 

“Want us to make you feel good, princess?” Mitsuya spoke against the hollow of your ear before nipping your lobe. Your whine against Draken’s lip was the only answer you could provide as he deepened your kiss. Everything they did had you pulsing with need. So long of ignoring how they would send your body into overdrive with a simple touch culminating into this moment when you could finally let go. This feeling was the one you had been missing for so long. And it felt right. To be with them. To have them against you like this. It was the feeling of being so touch-starved for something so magnetic being fulfilled in the way it needed.

You broke from the kiss, sucking down desperate gulps of air. Taking a chance, you pushed your hips against Mitsuya, moaning as the pressure building between your thighs was relieved for a split second, causing the man under you to groan at the sweet sound and friction. He was going to lose himself in you. He did everything he could to keep himself from cumming at the slightest touch. You probably wouldn’t believe it if he told you, but neither man had touched another woman since you came into their lives. Mitsuya gripped your hips tightly, pushing and pulling you along his clothed cock, your foreheads pressed together, breathing mingling as you both panted. Even like this, with the delicious drag of your cunt against him, your orgasm was building. You whimpered as Mitsuya stopped and pulled you off his lap suddenly, having noticed Draken pull away and motion for him to stand you up. 

“What?” You said breathlessly and were quickly answered by Draken pulling off your shorts and panties, tapping you lightly on the thigh to encourage you to step out of them. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, unrestricted by the lack of clothing. He ran a finger through your folds, and your hips twitched as his long, thick finger eagerly sunk into your pussy. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” Draken watched from behind as his finger sunk in and out of your sloppy cunt. Your moans filled the room, and you ground yourself against his hand, looking for more, more, more. 

Draken’s finger pulled from your core, and you grunted in frustration, once again denied of your pleasure. You should have known they would both be teases. Draken laid on his back under you, quickly pulling you down to your knees and positioning you over his mouth, encouraging you to sit. The first swipe of his tongue against you had you seeing stars. Mitsuya lurched forward, once again capturing your lips and swallowing your moans. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good, princess,” Draken’s voice was muffled between your thighs. 

Mitsuya sat back again, a string of saliva connecting you both before it broke, and he wiped it off your chin with a swipe of his thumb. Your eyes were already glossy, lust-blown pupils joining with his own. The lavender of his iris’ was engulfed in darkness as he watched your face contort, and your mouth dropped over at the pleasure Draken was wringing from your body. You reached forward and pulled at his sweats, eager to taste him and feel him heavy against your tongue. 

That smirk returned as he lifted his hips and pushed his sweats and boxers down enough to free his aching cock. The tip was leaking precum, and you instantly leaned forward, licking it from his slit before wrapping your lips around his head and taking him into the hot cavern of your mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Mitsuya bucked up into your mouth. “Slow— fuck, fuck— slow down, beautiful. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep going like that. God damn, you’re so fucking good.” Mitsuya swept your hair from your face, watching as you looked up at him through your lashes, moaning each time his cock disappeared between your lips. Your moans were muffled around him, and each vibration rocketed him towards the edge quicker and quicker.

Draken’s tongue dipped in and out of your pussy before he locked his lips around your clit and sucked, pulling the bud into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it before he would let go and repeat the process. Your hips ground against his face shamelessly, chasing your high, and Draken was more than willing to get you there. Your taste was sweet. Sweeter than he could have ever imagined—he wanted more. He wanted to feel more of your cunt pulsing around his tongue and hear more of your sweet moans. He wanted to hear you scream as you came on his face, riding out your high, bucking your hips as you came down. It was a sound he was growing addicted to quickly. He dipped his tongue back into you, moving his face side to side as his nose bumped against your clit, giving you the stimulation you craved. Your muffled moans grew around Mitsuya’s cock as Draken worked your pussy like an expert. 

Your hand wrapped around Mitsuya’s cock as you popped him from your lips, the sloppy way you were sucking his cock giving you more than enough to stroke him from base to tip as you focused on chasing your orgasm, too overwhelmed to keep sucking him. Which he wasn’t against. He didn’t want to cum down your throat. He wanted to feel your pussy around him when you made him cum with your body for the first time. He had been dangerously close, panting and throwing his head back as his eyes rolled, losing focus as he felt you bob on his cock. It was the best he had ever felt, the years of knowing each other somehow translating into the knowledge of knowing what he liked. 

“Ken, fuck. Ken, don’t stop. Please, please, please,” your begging was sobbed and broken. So close to your orgasm that you could feel it teetering on edge; one final flick of his tongue against your clit, and you were gone. Your orgasm exploded from your body with a loud scream of the man's name who brought you to it leaving your lips, and he drank down every ounce of your release, groaning at the taste and bucking his hips into the air. He almost came from the sound of his name leaving your mouth. Your legs shook on either side of his head, constricting tightly until he tapped your thigh again, and you shakingly forced them open, allowing him to shimmy out from under you and sit up. 

“You did so fuckin’ good for me, baby,” Draken kissed at your neck before starting to pull your shirt, one he realized was his with a little bit of pride, over your head, quickly unhooking your bra. You smiled at the praise, slowly coming down from the earth-shattering orgasm. Mitsuya’s tongue poked out between his lips as he saw your tits, perfect in every way. He reached up and cupped one, loving how it fits in his hand. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it to a taught peak before letting go. You moaned, the slight motion building into overstimulation. 

They rubbed their hands over your body, exploring your curves as your breathing returned to normal. Mitsuya grabbed your sides when your eyes opened and locked with his. He needed you. He needed to feel you wrapped around him. He had managed to calm down enough, determined to get you to cum before he did. He quickly lifted you and placed you back in his lap before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and rubbing it through your soaked folds. His tip caught on your clit as he did, collecting the wetness before slowly pulling you down on him. 

He looked down to where you were connected, mouth agape as he took in the sight of his cock disappearing into your drenched pussy. His cock was big, longer than girth, but he knew the sting of the stretch was there as he glanced back up at your face, and your eyebrows were pinched together. You both moaned when you were fully seated on him. 

“Oh my god, Taka,” your voice was breathy as you spoke. “You feel so good.” 

He was curved enough that as he gave gentle thrusts into you, you could feel him drag against the sensitive spot tucked against your walls. Each time he did, you relaxed until he could move more freely. Mitsuya angled his hips just enough so that each time he pulled you up and down, the head of his cock would bully that spot over and over. 

“More, Takashi.” His name was a prayer on your lips. His eyes slid shut as he thrust into you, matching each drop of your hips. Your thumb pulled on his chin, forcing him to look at you again. 

“Don’t close ‘em. Wanna see as you fuck me.”

“Holy shit,” Mitsuya breathed, his hips stuttering at your words. 

The couch sank as Draken took up Mitsuya’s original spot, slowly stroking his now-freed cock as he watched. He was mesmerized by the way your tits bounced with each pound Mitsuya pushed into your body. The sound of skin-on-skin mixes with the collective grunts and moans filling the room.

“Play with her tits, Mitsuya.”

Mitsuya instantly complied, returning to his earlier motions of pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. His mouth latched onto the other, biting gently and sucking it into a taught peak before letting go to blow cold air over it. Mitsuya could feel your pussy pulsing as he pushed you to another orgasm, gripping and tightening around his cock as he bullied his way in.

“You’re so tight,” he said, pulling your breast back into his mouth, moaning against the skin. “Gonna make me cum. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. C’mon, baby. C’mon. C’mon.” 

Mitsuya’s hand snaked between your bodies, pushing his thumb to your clit and rubbing tight circles into it. Your legs trembled as he did. You felt the fiery building sensation as you neared another high, uncaring as your moans grew in volume, too lost in how you felt. Everything Mitsuya did to your body was rushing you towards the edge, every kiss and snap of his hips enough to clear your mind and fuck you until all that was left was him. The twitch of his cock and the falter in the rhythm of his hips were the signs of his impending release. 

“Gonna cum, Takashi. Cum in me, please, please. Wanna feel your cum.”

“Fuuuck,” the word was drawn out from Draken, and he gripped the base of his cock, fending off the orgasm that threatened to spurt from him at your words. 

Mitsuya’s hips stuttered once more, and his eyes met your glazed-over ones as he pulled you down once, twice, three times more, and your pussy pulsed hard, wrapping him in a vice as you came, sending him over the edge as you milked him for all he was worth. Each spurt of cum was pushed into you with a twitching thrust of his hips, forcing it deep into you. Each time a moan was ripped from the back of his throat, guttural and deep. 

You collapsed against him, chest to chest, while you both panted. Not pulling in oxygen quickly enough to replace what you were losing. Mitsuya cupped your cheek, pressing gentle kisses against your lips, and you moaned gently into him. He slowly pulled you off his softening cock with a whimpering moan, unashamed of the sound that left him. He watched his cum leak from your abused cunt and down your thigh. Your body was like jelly as he handed you to Draken, who was waiting, cock rock hard and begging to be buried in you. 

You hummed gently, lifting a hand and carding it through your next new lover's hair. His eyes were soft as he assessed you, looking for any signs of discomfort. 

“Hey, handsome.” 

“Think you can go one more, baby?” Draken gently kissed your jaw, continuing down your neck and back up before slowly locking his lips with yours. He knew your body was worked over. He had waited this long. But, if he needed to wait longer, he gladly would. You reached between you and gripped his cock, pumping once before running your finger over the tip, collecting the precum, and stroking him again. Draken hissed at the contact between his teeth, a sharp intake of air.

Mitsuya chuckled from behind you. “Think that means she’s ready.”

Draken let you line his cock up with your entrance, and you slowly sank down, whimpering at the feel of him, at the stretch that knocked the breath from your lungs. He was bigger than Mitsuya, and you were thankful for the two orgasms they coaxed you to. 

“Take it slow, baby,” Draken said through gritted teeth. “So fucking tight.”

Mitsuya hummed in agreement. Watching as you sank yourself down. Watching your back muscles flex and twitch as you took Draken into your core was intoxicating. Your arms wrapped around the corded muscles of his neck, and you leaned forward, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. It was art, the way he observed you. If he could draw this moment, capture how you looked now, pressed against Draken’s body as his hands flexed on your hips, grounding himself to this universe, he would. 

Draken resisted every urge to thrust himself up into you or pin you to the couch and push your legs to your chest to pound into your tight cunt relentlessly. He wanted you to have this moment. To let you give yourself to him in your way and your time. It was a level of control he could offer you as you bared yourself to him. Draken wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. He gave a testing thrust of his hips upwards, and you met the motion with a roll of your hips. You pushed up on your knees, and Draken planted his feet on the couch, allowing himself the leverage to thrust up into your gushing pussy. Each time the sloppy sounds of your slick mixed with Mitsuya’s cum spurred him on more.

You could tell he was holding back. His arms trembled with restraint, and each grunt against the skin of your neck was strained, rumbling from deep within his chest. Your hand tangled in the hair at the base of his neck, and you gripped tightly, pulling back with a yank. He gasped, his eyes turning feral. 

“Stop holding back, Draken.” 

A growl burst from his chest, and Mitsuya was moving before either of you, anticipating Draken's movement as he slammed your back onto the couch, capturing your hand between one of his and pinning them above your head. Draken slotted himself back between your thighs, slamming his cock back into you, going deeper than you had ever anticipated. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he started roughly pulling back and sinking into you with a sharp slap of his hips. You hooked a leg around his lower back, angling your hips to allow him to bump up against your g-spot. Tears gathered on your lash line with each thrust. Each choked moan only spurred Draken on as he drank in the sight of you below him, utterly pliant in his hands. 

“Such a good fuckin’ girl. Taking our cocks so well,” Drakens words fell from his lips mindlessly, unable to hold them back any longer. “Want me to fill you up, baby? Wanna feel my cum in there with Takashi’s and watch it drip outta your pretty cunt. Our pretty cunt.” 

His words were music to your ears, bouncing around in your empty head and filling it with the image of what he described. You never wanted anything more. To be marked by these two men, pumped full of their cum, staking the claim on you that they had spent so many years imagining. 

Mitsuya’s eyes were glued to your face, and he resisted the urge to stroke his cock as it twitched to life once more. He watched as your moans grew into silent screams, unable to let out anything more than gasps of air each time Drakens hips slammed against yours. He watched as your eyes rolled back once more and your chest arched off the couch, and your legs shook, quickly realizing these were the signs that you were about to cum. The sharp intake of breath from Draken confirmed as your pussy gripped him tighter, sucking him in deeper, begging for more, more, more, just as your vision whited out and you came with a muted cry. 

“Fuck. That’s it, sweetheart. So. Fucking. Tight.” Every word was accentuated with a thrust, coaxing you through your high until he finally stilled, body shaking as he let go, letting his orgasm ripple up his back. Spurt after spurt of hot cum emptied into you, stuffing you impossibly full. Draken pushed his forehead to yours, rubbing at your wrists where he held them as he panted, eyes shut and hair sticking to his face. He gently eased out of you once his cock had softened, and the mixture of your, his, and Mitsuya’s cum leaked from your abused hole. He ran two fingers through it, pushing it back in, smirking as you whimpered at the touch.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Mitsuya lamented beside you as he tapped Draken’s shoulder with a cold water bottle. You didn’t know when he had disappeared and returned just as quickly. His sweats were back in their place, and his shirt was gone. You took a moment to soak in the sight while Draken pulled you up and into his lap, holding you close against his sweat-slick body. Mitsuya opened the top of your water bottle and handed it to you. The cold liquid was a balm to your horde throat, raw and overused from the screams and moans. 

“You did so well, Princess,” Mitsuya said against the crown of your head as he pressed his lips to it. 

Draken grunted in agreement, tucking his head into the crook of your neck. Your scent was a mix of your own and theirs now. In a primal way, some part of him preened at the smell. 

You were finally theirs. 

Draken had never been so sure of something in his life that this was how it was meant to be. 

Mitsuya held your hand tightly as you walked down the street, heading toward D&D Motors. Mikey had called your boyfriend earlier, a giggle in his voice as he asked you to meet him at the shop. Mitsuya had rolled his eyes when the call ended, unphased by Mikey’s antics and dreading what he could be planning. Draken had also gotten the call, annoyed that he would be going into the shop on his day off. 

You glanced down at your phone as it buzzed in your freehand.

“Oh, Draken just got there. He said he’s going to wait for us out front.”

You turned the corner a few moments later and skipped a little as you saw Draken standing there, hands tucked tightly into his pockets. Mitsuya let your hand slip from his as you rushed forward, flinging yourself into the bigger man's arms, and he oofed as he steadied himself with a step back at your force. 

“Hey, baby. Miss me?” 

You pressed a kiss to his lips as you nodded. He had been out running errands all morning, picking up parts for customers, and visiting other shops in the area. 

“What does Mikey have planned?”

Draken rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as Mitsuya finally closed the distance between you at his leisure pace. “Hell only knows with him.”

The bell over the door jingled as Draken pushed it open. The shop was dark as you entered and looked around. You did see anyone.

“Yo! Mikey!” Draken called into the shop.

“Back here, Ken-chin!” His best friend yelled back from where all the parks were parked. Mitsuya cocked an eyebrow at you both before leading the way. 

You all pulled to a stop when you saw all your friends crowded into the area and a banned over their heads that read, “It’s About Damn Time!”