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It’s half past three in the morning when you end up on a bench in the middle of nowhere, hands rubbing up and down your bare arms as you cross your legs together. Seriously, you shouldn’t even be out here, alone of all times, but you’re left with no choice. Your roommate slash friends with benefits, Hanma Shuji, aka the guy whose name you want to burn with curses has kicked you out of your place with not even a single cash or bag of clothes left your way.
Just like that, he decides he no longer wants you around the moment he found a ‘better fuck.’ Please. You almost want to scoff at him because ‘better fuck’? Seriously? The only reason he keeps around his new toy is because she’s a sheltered, innocent heiress desperate for some fun to piss of her rich mommy and daddy.
Well, not that it bothers you any longer because a few weeks down the road and she’ll be leaving him once she sees for herself that Hanma only uses her to indulge in his corruption kink. Other than that, she’s of no value to him, just like how Hanma easily disposes of people the way he does with his used condoms. Fuck ‘em once, leave their body bruised and raw, stuff ‘em full with his cum but refuse to take responsibility for accidents, then he disappears into thin air. Or, in cases like yours, he gets rid of you like you hadn’t been the one paying rent the past year.
You groan into your hands. If only you had something to use against him, you would’ve done so a long time ago.
Unfortunately, fate was never on your side. As if getting involved with Hanma and his dark past wasn’t enough of a cursed tragedy already, he also happens to know where your secret stash of goods are that all it takes is one phone call to his friends before he lands your ass in jail, leaving you with no choice but to comply with his desire to kick you out.
Which is how you ended up here, butt freezing from the cold night and nipples hard through the thin white shirt that he’s generous enough to let you have, along with a pair of boots and booty denim shorts that does nothing to keep you decent, much less warm.
“Hey,” a deep voice snaps you out from your thoughts, the person’s silhouette barely visible from the bright lights of his bike. “You from around here? It’s late. I don’t think it’s good for you to be out this dark.”
You chuckle dryly, subconsciously crossing your arms on your chest to offer yourself some comfort. It just had to be your luck that a creepy biker dude arrives at this time.
“My friend kicked me out of his place. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
The man before you hums. Then, he turns off his lights, a single braid falling to the sides of his head as he studies your face. “You look familiar,” he notes, and you swallow nervously when you look back at him because you could say the same. You don’t remember where you’ve seen this person, though, only that the dark tattoos beside his skull definitely leave an impression. Such a shame you don’t have the slightest idea who this handsome man was.
“You Hanma’s friend; the tall guy with tattoos on his hand?”
“Yeah, I was more than his friend ‘till he decided I was much better out of his life,” you roll your eyes, bitter venom lacing your voice. Soothed by the familiarity of this…seemingly harmless guy, you wrung your wrist to gesture to the nearest bus stop. “Listen, when’s the next bus coming or something? I need to go back to my place.” Your place being your parents’ home, which was way deep in the city and quite possibly the last place you’d rather be.
“Don’t think there’ll be any more around this time.”
Throwing your hands up in the air, you laughed. “I’m fucked then.”
The guy in front of you scratches the back of his head, “Listen, my place isn’t the biggest or the best, but you can stay for night,” he offers, dark eyes glossing over your figure. “Plus, in that clothing, you might freeze to death out here.”
“You got a problem with the way I dress?”
He doesn’t blink, nor does he seem unfazed at your biting accusatory tone. Almost as if he’s wholly confident to prove you wrong. “Not at all; I think you look great, but it’s not the best for the cold,” shrugging his bomber jacket that’s also oversized on his broad frame, he chucks it onto your lap before nodding back to his bike. “Come home with me tonight. I’ll warm you up.”
Okay, so maybe your unfortunate fate is mostly tied down to the fact you aren’t the smartest as well. Sometimes you had no sense of danger, or in the times that you did, you craved the rush more than anything. Maybe that’s how you stayed with Hanma despite the red, warning flags flashing before you each morning you woke up in his bed, smoke clouding his suffocating room and the stench of sex so strong one shower isn’t enough. It’s because deep down, you enjoyed this life. The thrill. The addiction of being with someone so toxic yet so godly in his stroke game that you happily looked the other way for the sake of being fucked good.
You tell yourself you’ve learned; you’re never going to do something that stupid again. Because, in all honesty, if Hanma wasn’t enough of a regret, then you truly don’t know where your boundaries lay.
Yet here you are, in this semi-stranger’s home, cuddled in his blankets and staring outside his windows as the moonlight illuminated your features. His house is nice, at least. Much better than the dingy apartment you shared with Hanma, anyway, and Draken – he offered his name a little too late until you’re already in his threshold – actually had large windows that let fresh air come inside. It’s refresing. That for once you didn’t have to choke from the scent of Hanma’s weed or the retching aroma of his strong, spicy perfume.
Here, you could breathe. But still, you struggled to feel even tired despite the tempting comfort of Draken’s clean couch already prepped with his spare pillows and blankets.
Somehow, the night just felt way too young to be asleep. Or, you know, the habits of staying up all night to fuck and get high with Hanma were one of those habits you couldn’t seem to shake off. It feels almost valid to compare Hanma with a drug – a drug you’re much too addicted on, and you can’t seem to recover from your high when your thighs rubbed endlessly together.
Four am. He’d still have you folded in his bed at this time around. It was surreal to not be in that position.
“Can’t sleep?”
Glancing at the blond appearing beside you, you sent a small smile his way. “Nope,” you said, the ‘p’ popping dramatically as you leaned on the windowsill. “That fucker Hanma took my money and refuses to give my panties back. I don’t know how I’m going to get back home with nothing on my hands.”
“I always felt like he was an ass,” Draken mutters under his breath. Later, a cigarette is nudged under your chin; Draken’s comforting gaze lit up with something hopeful. “Here. That should help you relax a bit.”
Red flag.
Raising a palm, you pushed his cig stick back to him. “No thanks, I don’t like smoking. I’ve had enough of that from Hanma.”
“It’s nothing bad, don’t worry. It’s just to help ease with the nerves and, you know, warm you up,” Draken shrugs nonchalantly, taking a drag from the stick before he breathes the smoke in small, cloudy puffs. The breeze outside the windows immediately carry it away from his mouth, leaving Draken’s handsomeness to be the only subject the moonlight adored in that moment. He’s pretty – so fucking pretty – that you can’t help but stare.
It’s a complex at this point to be attracted to pretty things, so much so that you fail to realize the potential dangers lurking behind all that intoxicating beauty. Yet somehow, you can’t get the same vibes Hanma gives off. Draken is…he feels different. Not a good different, but not a bad different either. It’s too early to tell.
“It gets really cold around these parts during these months. If you ever need it, I’ve got a jacket in my room that you can borrow.”
“I’m already wearing the rest of my clothes and I’m still cold.”
“You know, they say taking your clothes off and having skin to skin contact was one of the best ways to warm up,” realizing the gravity of his words a minute later, Draken straightens his back as he turns to look at you, eyes wide with both guilt and innocent. He almost looks cute; this huge, intimidating guy who not once smiled since you met him, yet there’s a slight tinge of red spreading over his sharp features. Yeah…yeah, he’s cute.
“Not that I’m insinuating anything – it just came to mind. Random fact a friend told me.”
“Random fact, hm? Your friend there says otherwise.”
Draken scoffs, tugging his shirt farther down his sweatpants to cover the evident tent you’ve been eyeing. “It’s the cold.”
“Sure, it is,” you laughed, one shoulder lifted up in a lazy attempt of a shrug. Twisting your torso to completely face him, you held Draken’s eye; neither of you knowing who was the serpent and who was the one playing the music. You’re both, in the simplest of statements, captivated by the other.
None looked away.
“Well, I don’t mind. You’re handsome, strong, and nice. You’re immediately a hundred times better than that asshat Shuji,” you snickered, palms flattening down over the hard muscles growing rigid under his shirt. Then, you tugged his collar, smirking as you hear Draken inhale sharply when your lips brushed together. “But I know pretty boys like you. I’ve had enough of people’s issues that I think I learned my lesson enough to know better than sleep in your bed – no matter how tempting that might be.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You say it like I don’t want to be hurt,” you correct with a sleazy laugh, finally letting go – much to Draken’s apparent disappointment. “He was great at that; inflicting pain and making me feel something,” snatching his cig away from him, you take a drag. “What about you? What’re you good at?”
“I could show you if you let me.”
“Hmm. Feeling cold as well, Draken?”
“A little warming up never hurts,” he suggests, walking closer until your breaths are mixing together and the hand creeping up your ass becomes impossibly warm. You look up at Draken then, lips curling from the sides on the impressive focus he regards you with, like you’re an exam he can’t for the life of himself figure out but needs to understand anyway. Soon, the moment is ruined when the lights are shut, the both of you trapped in the darkness save from the sliver of moonlight cracking through.
“Crap. The electricity went out.”
“Even better. We’ll light the candles then.”
“You feelin’ romantic?”
“Nah, it’s just a lot more sensual that way,” you chuckle under your breath, pulling him in closer and guiding his hands to the zipper of your shorts. Slowly, Draken tugs the zipper down, revealing a slight bush that has his eyes darkening with lust. “Candle lights, slow music, then I ride you until we witness the next sunrise… how does that sound?”
When he speaks, his voice sounds constrained. “Sounds like a good idea.”
“You don’t look like someone who does the next best idea,” you tilt your head to the side, hands ghosting under his shirt to feel his muscles. Before you, Draken audibly groans at the sensation of your cold, freezing hands running over his nipples. Smirking, you completely diminish the spaces between you. “No, you seem more like…someone who loves adventure. The risk. The danger. Guys like you live for that kind of high, yeah? Why else would you get hard at the mere mention of us stripping together?”
“Or maybe I just find you attractive.”
“Or maybe you just wanna fuck me.”
“That too,” Draken smiles for the first time that night – or morning? Who cares at this point. You certainly don’t now that Draken’s cupping your face, his smile devilishly innocent in contrast to his other hand trailing down and down your navel until he’s cupping your pussy, the arousal coating his palm. Leaning down, Draken lightly nips at your ear, his deep voice bringing about shivers down your spine. “You know, you’re not so upright yourself. I bet the only reason you want me so bad is because you’re looking to right your wrongs. Let me guess, though, you’re gonna use my dick to forget that friend of yours? Want to be so sore with me you never remember the feeling of him again?”
Taking your silence as an agreement to his question, Draken clicks his tongue in awe.
“You’re good at this.”
He shrugs, tugging you inside to his room where you’re forced to trust his navigation in the dark. There, Draken gently shoves you until the back of your knees hit something hard, probably the front of his bed.
“I’ve had tons of practice.”
“Care to show me your skills then?”
“I’d be honoured,” he growls, demeanour flipping in a split second. Out of nowhere, Draken’s hands are everywhere. Lightly pressing on your neck as a silent reminder of what he’s capable of if you don’t obey his orders like a good girl, he slaps your ass with the other, hissing when you let out a high-pitched whine. “Take your clothes off me. Then turn around – yes, just like that – and place your palms on the bed. Ass up. Now.”
“And here I thought you’d manhnandle me a bit. ‘Didn’t think you were the type to boss—”
“Did I say you could speak?” he tugs at your hair until your back and neck is stretched to meet his greedy lips, using his knees to force open your legs wider on the bed. The stretch hurts, but you don’t complain. You live for this, and Draken’s feral behaviour only has you craving for more. “Open your mouth only when you’re moaning or my cock’s stuffed in ‘em. Otherwise, keep that tight hole shut,” he warns, “Don’t think I didn’t see you clenching just now.”
You’re about to ask how he could see in this darkness when he takes his phone out of nowhere, flashlight directed right at your glistening pussy ready for him.
Before you could speak, he forces your head down on the bed, mouth latching onto your cunt. Moaning around the sheets, your thighs quiver at the force of his large hands palming your ass wide open to grant him more access, the attacks of his tongue on your lips rendering you dumb.
“Mmh – D-Draken!”
“Taste so fucking good,” he groans under you, the pleasure so overwhelming you can’t even be embarrassed at how you could see a string of your arousal connecting to his mouth. “Wonder how you’ll taste later when you’re dripping with my cum.”
“Choke me. Slap me. Come on, Draken, do it.”
“No, I won’t. Told you I wouldn’t hurt you, would I?” he reminds, making you want to scoff since the ache in your ass definitely says otherwise. Sure, he’s gentle in comparison to Hanma’s unforgiving and brutal nature, though you can’t deny that Draken was still perfectly capable of leaving a stinging pain behind, no matter how unintentional it might be.
Flicking his tongue over and over onto your clit, followed by two fingers easily sliding in your hole, it doesn’t take much before Draken has you cumming all over his hand. His fingers easily lap up your juices like a man starved before he’s forcing your entire upper body flat on the bed, a large hand heavy on your lower back to keep you still. You squirm under him, soft please and cries to kiss him ignored. The only thing Draken responds to is the needy way your ass grinds over his crotch.
His lips ghost over your cheek, leaving behind a mix of his saliva and your cum all over your skin. “No, I’m just going to fuck you real good. Painfully slow so you feel every inch of me too. Might as well make you remember when you walk out here the next morning with sore legs.”
“H-How’d you know I was leaving?”
“Something tells me you don’t know what staying over means,” he grunts, taking away all of your ability to speak when he rams himself into you. Draken doesn’t give you the chance to get used to his impossible girth before he’s thrusting into you roughly, nails dug into your hips hard enough to leave crescent moons and bruises later. “Of course, you’re welcome to spend the night since that’s what I promised, but if you want to leave, then go ahead. I’m not stopping you,” his words are barely out of breath as he speaks, “However…it’d be great if I could take you more times after that, hm? Fuck you when you’re asleep, then a few more over breakfast. How’s that sound?”
“Fucking fantastic,” you moan back, obediently complying to him grabbing your jaw. Tilting your head, you giggle at the sloppy kisses you share with him, heart fluttering just as much as your cunt does because the kisses almost seem sweet. Leave it to yourself to feel romantic while being fucked to cloud nine, though could anyone blame you? You’re literally fucked dumb. Dumb enough that you bite, “But I really might leave if you’re not going to make me cum already.”
Draken laughs darkly behind you. “So impatient,” he scolds, landing a harsh blow to your ass before he picks up his pace. Basking in your cries increasing in volume and the helpless way you clutch at the sheets to ground yourself from how hard he’s fucking into you, Draken simply plants a feet deeper into the mattress. He’s just starting.
“You wanted this, yeah? Like it rough like the slut you are?”
“Yes, yes, ‘Ken, please!”
“Please, what?” he teases, his phone picked up from the other side of the mattress as he begins to record you. The sight could’ve make him cum from that moment had it not been for his pride holding on longer just to hear your begging. “Come on, baby. Let the camera see how desperate you are for cock. Such a little whore…show me.”
Pausing inside you, you slam a fist onto the sheets. “No, no, keep going!”
“I don’t know, maybe I’ve been too nice,” Draken mocks from behind you, his free hand spreading your ass cheeks open for the camera to see in clear view how his fat cock disappears inside you. Slowly, he pulls out inch by inch, a low moan resonating from him at the sight of your slick coating his cock white. His tip burns red with the need to spill himself inside you, but for the sake of seeing you lose control, he doesn’t make a move.
Until you do.
Knees aching from the position, you suddenly rock yourself back onto his cock. The sounds of skin slapping against one another is heard loud and clear from the video along with your incoherent babbles, splatters of both your arousal staining his front thighs. Draken isn’t appalled, however, if anything, he’s groaning louder on how ‘dirty this hole he’s fucking is.’ Oh, you’ll show him, and show him you do because he’s falling forwards a minute later, his phone discarded and fallen on the ground.
Breasts jiggling at each rough movement prompted by Draken chasing his high, he throws his head back, mouth fallen agape when you clench harder around him. He can tell you’re coming with the way your moans transition into whimpers, teeth bit down on a fist to muffle your moans.
Draken gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s pulling out your heat, his sheer strength flipping you to face him. Crying from the aches all over your body, you’re forced to kneel to take Draken’s cum, eyes closed when you feel spurts of it paint your face. You’re still sore, still shaking from the force he fucked into you with, and accompanied with Draken holding your head still while he spills the rest of his seed down your throat, murmurs of take it like a good fucking girl, of course you’d keep still. You are a good girl, and good girls always make their pretty boys feel good.
Coughing as soon as Draken pulls out, he falls beside you on the bed, a muscular arm thrown over his shoulder. “Fuck. That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he wonders in astonishment, wrapping another around your waist to snuggle you close to his chest. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, Draken kisses your nose. “Are you good? I didn’t hurt you too much, do I?”
“‘S’okay, I love the pain,” you murmur sleepily, voice still hoarse from screaming.
“Are you warm now?”
“Yeah,” you laugh with him, playfully slapping his chest as you allow him to pull the blanket over your warm bodies. He was right – warming each other up through skin to skin contact was the most effective method, because now you can’t even feel the cold biting down your ankles when his body snuggled with yours is similar to having a personal heat pack already. “You’re very warm, Draken…I could go to sleep like this.”
“So go to sleep,” he whispers, sleep overtaking you as his voice slowly fades into the background. “I’ll still be here for the next sunrise.”