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[definitelyisd1ce]

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[definitelyisd1ce]

“It’s always been you.”

K. Baji — Tokyo Revengers.

Synopsis : Being somewhat affiliated with gang because you like one of its members; leaves you feeling strung along. Although, if it all fells, it’ll end well. Right?

Content Warnings!

contains the following ; unestablished relationship(s) , light angst to fluff and comfort, sweet nothings and sweet sorrows! ——— very much SFW!

As always, A/N! : My content is for those who wish to read it, though it is heavily recommended that you are 18+. I have no control over what you read, nor is it my business. Read at your own discretion. I’m not holding your hand.

WC; 2.3K !

Viewer Discretion Advised. <3

7:32pm.

The sun had cast a bright orange-yellow through the sheer white curtains of your bay windows, praising its rays on you as you decided it was time to crash in for the night. It was Friday, so there was nowhere to go. All your homework and upcoming assignments had been done, so you were basically just… here.

You settle in your bed with a book, letting the sun set in on you, and watching you read the book (it's more like reading the words and not retaining the information).

You needed help figuring out why you weren't interested in the book. It fits your taste; it was on your "To read!' list, so what was the problem? Unbeknownst to you, the deep-rooted desire to text your situationship was brewing, and it annoyed you.

You tossed the book to your side and picked up your phone, looking at the time and date on the home screen, though there was no notification from the guy you were looking for.

Keisuke.

You didn't like to accept the fact that he ghosted you every now and again, mainly because he always dragged his sorry ass to see you before anything was said and done. You still couldn't hold that over his head because he had a gang, family, mom, and school to cater to.

He wasn't your boyfriend, and you weren't his girlfriend; at least, that's what it comes out to be after you do the mental gymnastics.

You laid your phone on your chest and stared at the ceiling, the ridges in it doing imaginary dances to entertain your brain and distract you from the impending silence. Eventually, your eyes grew shrouded, and you fell asleep.

--

2:43am.

The light taps of rocks hitting your window roused you awake and caused you to sit up and glance at your phone.

The time read 2:43, and the day was a new day. The only thing different was a couple of missed notifications: various calls and text messages, Instagram, TikTok, etc. But the one that stuck out to you was from your ravenette.

3 new messages and 2 missed calls from 'Baji <3."

It was weird; you didn't even know you had fallen asleep, exhausted and missing everything lively before the world went quiet.

You were pulled out of your stirring thoughts by another pebble thrown at your window, forcing you to pull yourself out of your bed and head to the window. You pulled the curtain back a little, only giving you a view of the ground below it without being seen, and there he was.

Baji, standing in his toman uniform and leaning against his motorcycle, tossed another pebble in his hand, almost nearing to look like he was about to throw it before he glanced at you and put his hand down.

You drew the curtain back and made a questioning face at him, which only caused him to throw his hand up, insinuating for you to open the window.

You grabbed the crank of the middle bay window, the biggest of the three, and turned it until it was open enough to talk with him.

"What are you doing here?!" You whispered-yelled to the boy below you, who only displayed a shit-faced smirk as he saw you.

You were wearing a fitting tank top, nylon shorts, and a bright pink bonnet—a scene that was way too familiar for Baji. It brought him clarity as he saw that, for the first time in a couple of days, you were facing bright even though your expression was dark as you looked at him quizzically.

"I just wanted to see you. I thought you were with Hina or Emma for a while. You really are a heavy sleeper," he answered, kicking the gravel as he chuckled out his response. His hair was in his all-knowing fighting-style ponytail, blood that may or may not be his, and a snark attitude just for you at this unearthing hour.

You rubbed your eyes and fetched your glasses to get a better look at him. Once you returned, you leaned on your window sill and spoke.

"Yeah, well.. when you have basically nothing to look forward to, what's the point of sleeping light?" you asked, head propped up in your palm.

Baji stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at you with a slight tilt to his head, a light pout to his lips. He looked around, trying to find an answer to lighten the mood.

The streets were empty, with the occasional car passing through. People were either on their way or coming back home from work. Bright orange streetlights shadowed the midnight sky, giving Baji a talking point.

"You normally never miss my calls; if you do, you call me straight back. What up with you, babydoll?" he asked honestly, wanting to understand the scarcity of your two moments.

This sent a countdown in your brain, counting the seconds you were about to have a meltdown or self-implode. What's up with you? More like, what the hell is up with him? Who just randomly ghosts people you claim to be infatuated with? But you digressed.

"What's up with me? Nothing is up with me, Keisuke. It's you. I should be asking that question, considering you act like you don't know what phone or a response is." You answered in a quiet yet tired tone, still putting heavy emphasis on his name.

Being woken up from her sleep was warranted, though her calling him by his name caught him off guard.

You could see the look on his face after you called him his name and not his last name or a pet name, slight appalment, and the look of being taken aback. He couldn't lie; it hurt a little, but his pride was too big to show it.

"First name basis, huh…" he muttered back before standing back up straight and opening his mouth to speak again. "I understand. But can you put off being mad at me for a tad bit longer? We can talk it out, yeah?" he asked, feather-light pleading and a somewhat sincere smile on his face.

"And what makes you think I want to do that?" you asked back, deadpan and with a smirk of sarcasm.

Baji looked back at his motorcycle and then back up at you, clicking his teeth as he insinuated a joyride on it.

“Uhn uhn.. uhn uhnnnnn Baji, no. It's too late, and my mom would kill me if she found out I left to go on a joyride. Especially with you." You gritted through your retainer-ridden teeth.

His bike, Ol' Alessia, was almost as old as Baji. You looked at his bike just about two or three feet from behind him, the memories of your shared laughs, your tears, his sweat and blood, and long conversations flooding your senses.

"Come on, I won't keep you out long—just long enough to fill in the missing time." He begged, a slight smirk on his face, his mischief fang, as you like to call it, on display.

After some thought, you caved and rolled your eyes, strolling to your already shut bedroom door and locking it. A slight prayer to hope for an easy in and out slipped past your lips as you put on your robe and house slippers and came back to the window.

"20 minutes?"

"20 minutes."

You sighed once more and climbed out the window, using the tree next to it as your way down. Once you got on your feet, you avoided Baji and went straight to his bike, putting on the helmet he kept for you.

He got on the bike, pulled it out of its idle stance, and revved it to warm it up. You got on right behind him, your body immediately going to backpack him as he pushed off and started to ride down the street.

The light breeze brought a sense of security that you haven't felt since you've last been with Keisuke. You used to reflect on your non-situation-relationship with him in times like these. Sometimes, he'd be with and around you like a lovesick puppy; others, he'd go with so much without a slight acknowledgment toward you.

You laid your cheek on his back as he made precise turns in your neighborhood, fighting the urge to break the stiff silence between you both. He found you being deep in thought cute, but since it was he who was on your mind, he had stirred the conclusion that it was probably a bad thing.

"I'll give ya a penny for that thought.." he spoke up a while after a mindless 7-8 minutes.

"You can keep your penny. I'm just thinkin'," you responded, perching your chin on his shoulder.

"About?"

"You, me, something I'd normally call us," you mumbled, paying attention to orange-hued streetlights. "It doesn't really feel like it's been that recently, y'know?" you urged.

Rueful silence racked through the air as your question surfaced, and Baji's hand was forced to speed the bike up a little.

"Yeah.. but you know I have good reasons, right?" he wondered, also wanting to see where you stood in understanding.

"No, Kei, I don't." you started, leaning up to sit up straight, "I don't know that you do because you don't communicate that."

He hung his head a little, sucking in his bottom lip. He knew he wasn't (and still isn't) the best at communicating. He wholeheartedly felt awful after Mitsuya and Chifuyu dogged him about it.

He guessed being together and not committed drew a fine line between his girl and his gang. He was together with you, but committed to his gang; thus causing a painful realization. After that brief realization, he got slightly startled out by feeling your hand creep up to his and guide Alessia back onto the road.

"Yeah, I guess I do owe you a lot more than I give you, huh?" he asked, feeling the hell-ridden embarrassment creep up his neck and rest on his cheeks.

"Yeah. I'd like to think so. I mean, for god's sake, Kei. I know we aren't in a relationship, but you can at least have some decency and acknowledge that you treat me more than just somebody. You and I have both admitted that." She ranted, pausing occasionally to push down the urge to cry.

"I don't ask for so much as a 'why, what are you doing, run this by me'… just something. Don't even let me get started because it makes me feel like I'm talking in circles, then I'm wasting my brea-"

"Hey! Hey! It's alright. I hear you." He cut you off, looking over his shoulder at you.

You bit your bottom lip, sniffling a little as you finally caught wind of your word vomit. You shook your head, not knowing what more to say. The silence was filling the space you two as he turned back onto your street, the light cruise bringing you back to a level head.

"Look, it's always and has been about you. I just need to work some things out before I can officially say I'm all yours, yeah?" he murmured, pulling up back under your window.

As much as you wanted to scream and hit him and tell him it was not fair, you understood he wanted to go through the troubles to get rid of them before being with you. And for that, you had to commend him.

"Okay, Baji. I guess I can't argue with that." You answered, taking off your helmet and getting off the bike.

It had been exactly 17 minutes since you left, and you still had 3 minutes to return to your window. Baji had gotten off his bike and came for a hug, wrapping his arms around your neck and bending down to kiss your forehead.

"I'm sorry, ma. I am immensely sorry for not making you feel like a priority, not holding myself up to a higher standard, and leaving you in the mud. It's not so manly and Toman code of me." He spoke, etching his apology into your forehead.

You grinned a little at his formality and apology, hugging him back. You pulled back, looking at his pale brown hue, smooshing his cheeks in your hand.

"I understand. I'll forgive you when I see you change and hold yourself up to what you say. But as for now, come on. I'm not letting you drive back home this late," you confided, motioning for him to help you into the window.

He nodded, boosting you into the open pane, allowing you to climb in and make sure everything was in order. Baji turned off his motorcycle and climbed into your window himself. He looked around, feeling the sense of familiarity creep up on him.

"Hey, while you stand there, close the window." You whispered,-demanded, already back into your tanktop and shorts.

He playfully rolled his eyes as he shut your room off from the outside world, removed his uniform, changed into basketball shorts and socks, and prepared to climb into bed with you.

He followed suit, climbing back into your plush sheets, big-spooning you to give you a tinge of protectiveness. You curled up into his caged arms; his faint cologne that wafted on his wrists seeped into your nose and started to lull you into brief, deep sleep. At least not before you got your final words out for the night.

"Kei?"

He grunted politely.

"Just promise me you won't keep me waiting."

"I won't keep you waiting, n/n. I promise. I want nothing but you. I want your past, your present, and your future." He answered, holding you tight and secure.

You smiled, keeping his promise close to you as he kissed the crown of your head.

And with that, you fell asleep.

silly little a/n!🤭: hey guys! second fic, how we feeling about it? Keisuke Baji is my man so there DEFINITELY will be a lot of fics about him as i write more. Feel free to drop suggestions. i’m open to just about any fandom i’m familiar with. as always, im open feedback and critiques! (though do be nice.). and as per usual; divider by @benkeibear:). reposts are highly appreciated ;).

[definitelyisd1ce]

“Bad dog !”

K. Ryuguji — Tokyo Revengers.

Synopsis : Going back to Kenny’s room after a Toman Meeting, was just supposed to be a normal hangout like normal people. But instead, it turned into a situation where you fuck like animals.

Content Warnings!

contains the following ; heavy smut , muzzled!draken, switch!reader & switch!draken (if you squint.), heavy praise and light degradation, overstimulation (again, if you squint.)

fem!reader experiments with Draken basically lol.

This content is for those who wish to read it, though it is heavily recommended that you are 18+. I have no control over what you read, nor is it my business. Read at your own discretion.

WC; 2.2K !

Viewer Discretion Advised. <3

Being on top of Draken in his lap differs from what you had planned after the Toman meeting. It was just a simple,

"Hey, Y/n. Do you want to come back to my place and hang out for a while?" he asked, dumb puppy dog eyes on display.

And that was that. Now, here you are making out, exploring each other's bodies, and getting occasional nibbles from the blond.

After the second or third lip bite and him dragging it out with his teeth, you pulled back with your eyebrow raised and a light dazed smirk. As you did, his tough yet gentle hands graciously ran up your sides and squeezed, halting your sudden breakaway from his lips.

"What?" He pondered, eyes casting over your flushed skin and taking every bit of you.

It was no secret that you, too, had the hots for each other. If anything, everyone knew you did before you came to the conclusion yourselves. It was just here recently, in the past three or four months, that you and Ken began to get a lot closer outside of Toman (thanks, Mikey).

"S'nothing." You grinned, running your hands over his black tanktop-clad shoulders. You couldn't help but bite your own lip at the sight of him slightly reclined against the wall, completely relaxed. No one in their right mind would think that a guy that was raised in a brothel, would have so much contentment and peace within themselves; but Draken changed your opinion on that incredulously fast after you started talking.

"Just trying to see why you're biting me." You continued after a brief moment of silence and admiring him. A hearty snicker left his lips as he pulled himself forward, gracing his plush lips over your shoulder, causing a light shudder and whimper to leave you. But soon, it became cut off and turned into a gasp after he bit into your shoulder. After releasing you from his teeth, he sucked a light bruise into the spot to soothe it.

"Y'taste so sweet ma.. that's why." He cooed in faux innocence, pulling back to look at you. He looked back up at you, hugging you back close to his body to continue peppering, kissing up against your neck.

He acted (and looked) like a dog that loved to play and test the limits. This was the limit he was beginning to test.

The light kisses slowly began to get more sensual, Draken getting more handsy and grabby at your loungewear, which only consisted of a loose t-shirt that was more or less his that you stole and a pair of leggings.

"Might have to muzzle ya' if you keep doing it." You murmured, leaning your head back as he kissed up your neck into more erogenous spots. Featherlight moans hastily fell off your tongue into the small room, the noises leaking into Drakens ears and sending blood rushing straight south. Things might have been the same for you as you felt the all too familiar arousal starting to pool at the core between your thighs.

"Ken.." you whined quietly, fingers trailing over his prominent back muscles and forcing yourself not to push your hips into his groin to create friction. He might as well not have been listening as his tongue dragged itself up your jugular, made its way to your earlobe, and softly bit down on it.

"Hm?" he answered back low and sweetly, pushing his half-hard cock up into your clothed cunt.

You pulled back to look at him, eyes half-lidded and glossy with your mouth slightly agape as you took into account that he bit you. He bit you again.

You shook your head and started to reach under the for a specific box of toys he kept in case one of the brothel women needed anything from it. After a little digging, you pulled out an all-black muzzle, holding it up between you and Draken for you both to view.

After silence, Draken spoke up in a reluctant yet confused tone after peering through the holes of the muzzle at you on the other side.

"Y'were being serious?" he asked in small tone. He won't ever admit it, but deep down, he felt mildly threatened about being muzzled.

"Of course I was, but you don't have to do it, Kenny. You look scared." You teased, hanging it off your finger.

Draken looked at you as you put him and the word scared in the same sentence, now beginning to feel challenged. He leaned in to kiss you, confirming in the kiss that he wouldn't mind doing this with you.

He pulled away after a few seconds, dragging out your bottom lip again and smirking at you.

"Never scared, baby. I'll do anything that I wanna do." He muttered, reaching for the hem of your loose shirt and pulling it over your head as his eyes raked over your crafted figure. He haphazardly tossed somewhere on the floor and started to use his broad hands to grope you. His rough, calloused hands met with your soft, delicate skin, which was his favorite part about you.

You whimpered into the air as he began to get more desperate and rutted his bulge into the inside of your thigh. By now, your panties have started to cling to your cunt as your slick began to seep out of you.

Draken hoisted you up and slid your leggings down, you compliantly following along and kicking them off beside his bed. As of now, you sit in Draken's lap in a tiny sports bra and tight cotton briefs that run around the fat of your ass and thighs.

You reached for his tank top and pulled it off of him, his fair tan skin on display with scars over his shoulders and abdomen. You didn't mean to stare, but by the time you realized you were, Draken's index finger and thumb were already grasping your chin and tilting your head to make you look into his eyes.

"You like what you see, mama?" he taunted, hands resting on your chest. His little tease only caused you to roll your eyes playfully and pull his braid a little. You stood up onto your knees and gawked down at Draken while simultaneously reaching for the muzzle. You kissed him once more and ran your thumb over his cheek.

"Ready?" you asked, undoing it and waiting for his answer. It took him a while, but he eventually nodded and gave a verbal 'Yes, Ma'am,' then proceeded to have the muzzle over his mouth, the buckle being battened down to his comfortability.

You pulled back and looked at your work, holding a giggle as she saw the man before her, restrained to some form. You rubbed over his skin some more before sliding between his legs and freeing his excited dick from his sweatpants and boxers, throwing them to the ground as you gave his length lazy strokes.

Ken had a guttural groan release from his throat. At the same time, his head fell back, and his hips automatically thrust up into your hand to create more friction, making you grin as you watched him. You gave minor kitten licks on his tip, the tiny beads of his essence gracing your tongue as he squirmed under your touch.

Draken, meanwhile, writhed. He tried his best to contain his volume, though the muzzle muffled half of it anyway. He kept his hands at his sides, fighting the urge to grab Y/n's hair and force his girth down her throat and pleasure himself. But alas, he played coy and decided to be a good boy.

You kept teasing his poor cock, his voice bouncing between low groans and needy whimpers.

"P-please.. more.." he begged quietly, discreetly trying to slide more into your mouth and failing, making your head come back up.

"Aw, is my poor muzzle mutt needy?" you cooed in sympathetic empathy, not expecting much of a response from the man beneath you. However, Draken had had enough and needed you—here and now.

You would've thought your life flashed before your eyes before he snatched you up and had you on your tummy underneath him. He clawed at your briefs until they made it to your knees, and his cockhead was prodding at your weeping hole.

"Yeah? We'll see who's the mutt and gonna be barking all over m'cock.." he sputtered, a menacing tone hiding behind his words as he slid into you with a high-chasing endeavor. Groans and moans of satisfaction and pleasure left the both of you in unison, light quivers and shakes irking your nerves. He eased his way in, 7 inches of pure brute meeting your hungry and aroused walls in passion.

You felt like you were being split in two, being impaled on his dick with barely any prep, but you had no one to blame but yourself for it because you teased him up to this point.

He bottomed out inside you, pushing the base of your spine down to your face and ass up ultimately. Your ass met the base of his pelvic bone like a perfect puzzle piece, and he already felt like he was near leaking euphoria.

"Are you good down there, sweet girl?" he asked, leaning some of his weight on your back to grunt his question shakily into your ear. Due to his state, he couldn't bite or nibble on the shell of your ear like he normally would, so he had to do his best not to take it off.

You nodded shakily, eyes nearly in the back of your head already, and wavered breaths fell out of your mouth. Draken took this as an opportunity to take both your arms and lock them into his behind your head—a full Nelson.

Your eyes widened, and a protest started to form, but it was cut short as a moan fell out instead. Draken started rutting into you, rocking in and out of you mercilessly with haste. You could feel the carnal desire he had radiating, and here he was, fucking into you like some animal.

'A-Ah~! Kenny.. s..slow down~!" you beckoned, resting your head into his cologne-ridden pillow and whining into it. The wet squelches and the soft claps you guys helped each other make was all that he was focused on. Ryuguji felt inclined to give you the most earth-shattering orgasm; he was going to make you feel like this was a punishment for muzzling him.

"N-nuh uh.. you're going to lay there.." he huffed, getting close to your ear to almost growl into it, "and take it all f'me.." he continued, his girth pushing further in, possibly even kissing your cervix.

If you weren't panicking then, you were definitely panicking now.

High-pitched squeaks left your lips as you babbled incoherently about how big he was, how fast he was going, things he'd heard once or twice in his life.

His hips snapped ferociously at your rear, similarly as if it was looking for something within you.

The continuity of his pace started to seamlessly start the searing knot in your stomach, an all-knowing indicator that you were close. That feeling made you absentmindedly start pulling yourself forward to avoid the inevitable, which Draken caught onto and wasn't going to let happen.

"Don't r-run now.. you started this.. and y're gonna finish for me.." he purred, using your tangled limbs to pull you back and send his tip ramming into your sweet spot.

A lurching squeal came barreling out, and your eyes squeezed shut, a slight gush spritzing from your cunt.

"F~fuck!" you moaned, getting closer to your orgasm that Draken was about to rip from you. Kenny's moans got a little higher, his once steady thrusts turning erratic and soul-searching. His forehead met your back, everything about him becoming frigid and feral.

"Cumming for me, mama?" he asked, reaching his hand below and rubbing lazy pressure into your clit.

As if on cue, your voice cut out, and you began to cum on his cock; heavy pants, searing whines, and grips upon the sheets kept you conscious as you began to see stars. Ken started to release himself, the grip and the feeling of your tight walls squeezing his girth so hard, he was almost afraid your stuffed cunt wouldn't let go of him.

"L-look at you..!" Draken started to praise, filling your hole with his milky seed, taunting you, "whining and panting like a needy little bitch in heat.. who the mutt now?" he asked, bringing his palm to lightly choke you and force your eye contact.

The only thing you could do was roll your eyes, fucking yourself back onto him as he thrust you through your orgasm.

"Come on, answer me," he started, giving your cheek pressurized love taps. "Who's the mutt now?"

You looked at him, sweet, fucked-out doe eyes silently begging for a bit of mercy. Once you finally realized he was waiting for an answer, you sputtered out a meek little 'Me... I'm the mutt..', which earned a shit-eating grin and a complete halt to his movements.

He let your arms go and pulled out slowly, his half-hard cock laying to the side as he watched globs of his cum spill out in urgency.

He licked his thumb and chased the fluid back up your puffy slit, stuffing it back into your hole, making you shudder and whimper from the sudden stimulation.

"Good girl," he praised, taking off the muzzle and kissing your back. "Maybe I'll muzzle you next time. This was fun."

silly little a/n 😅 : hey guys! this is my first ever tumblr fic! do be kind as i am new to this and don’t hesitate to throw out ideas , suggestions , and overall feedback! if i do well, more fics will be coming in the future! thank you :)

divider by — @benkeibear

[definitelyisd1ce]

“Bad dog !”

K. Ryuguji — Tokyo Revengers.

Synopsis : Going back to Kenny’s room after a Toman Meeting, was just supposed to be a normal hangout like normal people. But instead, it turned into a situation where you fuck like animals.

Content Warnings!

contains the following ; heavy smut , muzzled!draken, switch!reader & switch!draken (if you squint.), heavy praise and light degradation, overstimulation (again, if you squint.)

fem!reader experiments with Draken basically lol.

This content is for those who wish to read it, though it is heavily recommended that you are 18+. I have no control over what you read, nor is it my business. Read at your own discretion.

WC; 2.2K !

Viewer Discretion Advised. <3

Being on top of Draken in his lap differs from what you had planned after the Toman meeting. It was just a simple,

"Hey, Y/n. Do you want to come back to my place and hang out for a while?" he asked, dumb puppy dog eyes on display.

And that was that. Now, here you are making out, exploring each other's bodies, and getting occasional nibbles from the blond.

After the second or third lip bite and him dragging it out with his teeth, you pulled back with your eyebrow raised and a light dazed smirk. As you did, his tough yet gentle hands graciously ran up your sides and squeezed, halting your sudden breakaway from his lips.

"What?" He pondered, eyes casting over your flushed skin and taking every bit of you.

It was no secret that you, too, had the hots for each other. If anything, everyone knew you did before you came to the conclusion yourselves. It was just here recently, in the past three or four months, that you and Ken began to get a lot closer outside of Toman (thanks, Mikey).

"S'nothing." You grinned, running your hands over his black tanktop-clad shoulders. You couldn't help but bite your own lip at the sight of him slightly reclined against the wall, completely relaxed. No one in their right mind would think that a guy that was raised in a brothel, would have so much contentment and peace within themselves; but Draken changed your opinion on that incredulously fast after you started talking.

"Just trying to see why you're biting me." You continued after a brief moment of silence and admiring him. A hearty snicker left his lips as he pulled himself forward, gracing his plush lips over your shoulder, causing a light shudder and whimper to leave you. But soon, it became cut off and turned into a gasp after he bit into your shoulder. After releasing you from his teeth, he sucked a light bruise into the spot to soothe it.

"Y'taste so sweet ma.. that's why." He cooed in faux innocence, pulling back to look at you. He looked back up at you, hugging you back close to his body to continue peppering, kissing up against your neck.

He acted (and looked) like a dog that loved to play and test the limits. This was the limit he was beginning to test.

The light kisses slowly began to get more sensual, Draken getting more handsy and grabby at your loungewear, which only consisted of a loose t-shirt that was more or less his that you stole and a pair of leggings.

"Might have to muzzle ya' if you keep doing it." You murmured, leaning your head back as he kissed up your neck into more erogenous spots. Featherlight moans hastily fell off your tongue into the small room, the noises leaking into Drakens ears and sending blood rushing straight south. Things might have been the same for you as you felt the all too familiar arousal starting to pool at the core between your thighs.

"Ken.." you whined quietly, fingers trailing over his prominent back muscles and forcing yourself not to push your hips into his groin to create friction. He might as well not have been listening as his tongue dragged itself up your jugular, made its way to your earlobe, and softly bit down on it.

"Hm?" he answered back low and sweetly, pushing his half-hard cock up into your clothed cunt.

You pulled back to look at him, eyes half-lidded and glossy with your mouth slightly agape as you took into account that he bit you. He bit you again.

You shook your head and started to reach under the for a specific box of toys he kept in case one of the brothel women needed anything from it. After a little digging, you pulled out an all-black muzzle, holding it up between you and Draken for you both to view.

After silence, Draken spoke up in a reluctant yet confused tone after peering through the holes of the muzzle at you on the other side.

"Y'were being serious?" he asked in small tone. He won't ever admit it, but deep down, he felt mildly threatened about being muzzled.

"Of course I was, but you don't have to do it, Kenny. You look scared." You teased, hanging it off your finger.

Draken looked at you as you put him and the word scared in the same sentence, now beginning to feel challenged. He leaned in to kiss you, confirming in the kiss that he wouldn't mind doing this with you.

He pulled away after a few seconds, dragging out your bottom lip again and smirking at you.

"Never scared, baby. I'll do anything that I wanna do." He muttered, reaching for the hem of your loose shirt and pulling it over your head as his eyes raked over your crafted figure. He haphazardly tossed somewhere on the floor and started to use his broad hands to grope you. His rough, calloused hands met with your soft, delicate skin, which was his favorite part about you.

You whimpered into the air as he began to get more desperate and rutted his bulge into the inside of your thigh. By now, your panties have started to cling to your cunt as your slick began to seep out of you.

Draken hoisted you up and slid your leggings down, you compliantly following along and kicking them off beside his bed. As of now, you sit in Draken's lap in a tiny sports bra and tight cotton briefs that run around the fat of your ass and thighs.

You reached for his tank top and pulled it off of him, his fair tan skin on display with scars over his shoulders and abdomen. You didn't mean to stare, but by the time you realized you were, Draken's index finger and thumb were already grasping your chin and tilting your head to make you look into his eyes.

"You like what you see, mama?" he taunted, hands resting on your chest. His little tease only caused you to roll your eyes playfully and pull his braid a little. You stood up onto your knees and gawked down at Draken while simultaneously reaching for the muzzle. You kissed him once more and ran your thumb over his cheek.

"Ready?" you asked, undoing it and waiting for his answer. It took him a while, but he eventually nodded and gave a verbal 'Yes, Ma'am,' then proceeded to have the muzzle over his mouth, the buckle being battened down to his comfortability.

You pulled back and looked at your work, holding a giggle as she saw the man before her, restrained to some form. You rubbed over his skin some more before sliding between his legs and freeing his excited dick from his sweatpants and boxers, throwing them to the ground as you gave his length lazy strokes.

Ken had a guttural groan release from his throat. At the same time, his head fell back, and his hips automatically thrust up into your hand to create more friction, making you grin as you watched him. You gave minor kitten licks on his tip, the tiny beads of his essence gracing your tongue as he squirmed under your touch.

Draken, meanwhile, writhed. He tried his best to contain his volume, though the muzzle muffled half of it anyway. He kept his hands at his sides, fighting the urge to grab Y/n's hair and force his girth down her throat and pleasure himself. But alas, he played coy and decided to be a good boy.

You kept teasing his poor cock, his voice bouncing between low groans and needy whimpers.

"P-please.. more.." he begged quietly, discreetly trying to slide more into your mouth and failing, making your head come back up.

"Aw, is my poor muzzle mutt needy?" you cooed in sympathetic empathy, not expecting much of a response from the man beneath you. However, Draken had had enough and needed you—here and now.

You would've thought your life flashed before your eyes before he snatched you up and had you on your tummy underneath him. He clawed at your briefs until they made it to your knees, and his cockhead was prodding at your weeping hole.

"Yeah? We'll see who's the mutt and gonna be barking all over m'cock.." he sputtered, a menacing tone hiding behind his words as he slid into you with a high-chasing endeavor. Groans and moans of satisfaction and pleasure left the both of you in unison, light quivers and shakes irking your nerves. He eased his way in, 7 inches of pure brute meeting your hungry and aroused walls in passion.

You felt like you were being split in two, being impaled on his dick with barely any prep, but you had no one to blame but yourself for it because you teased him up to this point.

He bottomed out inside you, pushing the base of your spine down to your face and ass up ultimately. Your ass met the base of his pelvic bone like a perfect puzzle piece, and he already felt like he was near leaking euphoria.

"Are you good down there, sweet girl?" he asked, leaning some of his weight on your back to grunt his question shakily into your ear. Due to his state, he couldn't bite or nibble on the shell of your ear like he normally would, so he had to do his best not to take it off.

You nodded shakily, eyes nearly in the back of your head already, and wavered breaths fell out of your mouth. Draken took this as an opportunity to take both your arms and lock them into his behind your head—a full Nelson.

Your eyes widened, and a protest started to form, but it was cut short as a moan fell out instead. Draken started rutting into you, rocking in and out of you mercilessly with haste. You could feel the carnal desire he had radiating, and here he was, fucking into you like some animal.

'A-Ah~! Kenny.. s..slow down~!" you beckoned, resting your head into his cologne-ridden pillow and whining into it. The wet squelches and the soft claps you guys helped each other make was all that he was focused on. Ryuguji felt inclined to give you the most earth-shattering orgasm; he was going to make you feel like this was a punishment for muzzling him.

"N-nuh uh.. you're going to lay there.." he huffed, getting close to your ear to almost growl into it, "and take it all f'me.." he continued, his girth pushing further in, possibly even kissing your cervix.

If you weren't panicking then, you were definitely panicking now.

High-pitched squeaks left your lips as you babbled incoherently about how big he was, how fast he was going, things he'd heard once or twice in his life.

His hips snapped ferociously at your rear, similarly as if it was looking for something within you.

The continuity of his pace started to seamlessly start the searing knot in your stomach, an all-knowing indicator that you were close. That feeling made you absentmindedly start pulling yourself forward to avoid the inevitable, which Draken caught onto and wasn't going to let happen.

"Don't r-run now.. you started this.. and y're gonna finish for me.." he purred, using your tangled limbs to pull you back and send his tip ramming into your sweet spot.

A lurching squeal came barreling out, and your eyes squeezed shut, a slight gush spritzing from your cunt.

"F~fuck!" you moaned, getting closer to your orgasm that Draken was about to rip from you. Kenny's moans got a little higher, his once steady thrusts turning erratic and soul-searching. His forehead met your back, everything about him becoming frigid and feral.

"Cumming for me, mama?" he asked, reaching his hand below and rubbing lazy pressure into your clit.

As if on cue, your voice cut out, and you began to cum on his cock; heavy pants, searing whines, and grips upon the sheets kept you conscious as you began to see stars. Ken started to release himself, the grip and the feeling of your tight walls squeezing his girth so hard, he was almost afraid your stuffed cunt wouldn't let go of him.

"L-look at you..!" Draken started to praise, filling your hole with his milky seed, taunting you, "whining and panting like a needy little bitch in heat.. who the mutt now?" he asked, bringing his palm to lightly choke you and force your eye contact.

The only thing you could do was roll your eyes, fucking yourself back onto him as he thrust you through your orgasm.

"Come on, answer me," he started, giving your cheek pressurized love taps. "Who's the mutt now?"

You looked at him, sweet, fucked-out doe eyes silently begging for a bit of mercy. Once you finally realized he was waiting for an answer, you sputtered out a meek little 'Me... I'm the mutt..', which earned a shit-eating grin and a complete halt to his movements.

He let your arms go and pulled out slowly, his half-hard cock laying to the side as he watched globs of his cum spill out in urgency.

He licked his thumb and chased the fluid back up your puffy slit, stuffing it back into your hole, making you shudder and whimper from the sudden stimulation.

"Good girl," he praised, taking off the muzzle and kissing your back. "Maybe I'll muzzle you next time. This was fun."

silly little a/n 😅 : hey guys! this is my first ever tumblr fic! do be kind as i am new to this and don’t hesitate to throw out ideas , suggestions , and overall feedback! if i do well, more fics will be coming in the future! thank you :)

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