Treat
Tags: established relationship, aged-up characters, fluff and smut, erotica, making out, nipple play, unprotected sex, black-haired draken, and he's militant when it comes to emma's health, but she's done with bed rest, so it's snu snu time uwu.
A/N: I'm way too late but this here's a little somethin' somethin' for my babygirl Emma on her birthday ❤
p.s - REAL sorry if you're one of my Cherry Jade readers, as I couldn't update within this month after all (｡╯︵╰｡). So here, take this Drakemma smut which nobody asked for as my humble compensation. Unbeta'd and drenched in my tears.
For this story's tidbit:
※ A purin is a sweet custard dessert and basically what the Japanese call their pudding.
[Disclaimer]: This is a work of fiction using the characters and setting of Tokyo Revengers, an ongoing series by Ken Wakui. The cover art featured is taken from his official birthday sketch for our darling girl, spruced up a little by yours truly. And lastly, the song lyrics used in this story were taken from the song Doctor by Doja Cat.
heal my heart
take my temperature it feels so hot
sick in love and baby you're my doctor
It was a generally known rule to spoil and pamper sick people during their times of distress.
For Emma, she'd had enough. Three days of having her entire family and friends take care of her by hovering around was smothering. Sometimes even more so than the fever.
Now Emma loved her people and cherished all the things they've done to make her feel better, but the reinforced inactivity was really starting to wear her out. Emma grew restless as she was a creature of habit, a woman of action. She rarely ever caught a cold, much less a fever, and it tended to knock her out of commission for good.
It's not a stretch to say that Emma hated having fevers. She hated getting sick and giving the people around her trouble.
Thankfully, her sick days didn't last long. And when the thermometer showed concrete evidence of how she's already on to the path of a speedy recovery, Emma set herself back to rights and donned her apron.
It was mid-afternoon when her boyfriend came to visit. Draken shuffled inside the house with a bag of groceries which Mikey immediately set upon.
"How's Emma?" Draken asked as he consigned the bag in Mikey's possession.
"She's fine. She's in the kitchen," the blond answered as he rummaged through the bag like an industrious raccoon. "You made it just on time. She's about to make cookies."
Draken, who was just about to leave for the kitchen paused and snapped his head back to Mikey with a frown.
"What do you mean she's about to make cookies? She's still sick."
With his head halfway inside the bag, Mikey didn't answer.
"Mikey," Draken called impatiently. "'The fuck did you make your sister bake when she's sick," he demanded.
Mikey stiffened as if guilty but then he suddenly pulled back with a gasp, holding a small jar of specially-made pudding up to his twinkling eyes.
"Ken-chiiiiiin. You shouldn't have!"
Draken reached over to pluck the pudding out of his hands. "That's not for you, damn it. You get the Taiyaki. It's in there somewhere."
Mikey pouted and his shoulders droop like an animal's ears. "Ehhhhh. But I eat that all the time. I want pudding with my cookies. Can't I have half?"
"No."
"Come on," Mikey coaxed before coming up with another approach. He stood straight and turned all businesslike, a shadow of utmost severity falling across his face. "Listen, Ken-chin. I don't know if you've heard this, but siblings have this thing called the sibling split. It means each one's entitled to get an equal share when it comes to food and it's been happenin' since ancient times. It's the law of nature, Ken-chin. I don't make the rules."
But Draken merely pocketed the pudding-jar with a roll of his eyes.
Just then Emma walked into the living room and stopped short at the sight of Draken. Her gaze took instant inventory of his outfit – ripped black jeans topped with a white shirt underneath a black high-collared patterned vest – and her mouth went a little bit dry as she saw the way they clung to him. She almost dropped the bowl in her hands as she felt her stomach stew low like a vat of molten sugar and she couldn't help but think to herself: how long has it been since they got all over each other?
Draken's pitch-black eyes suddenly darted over to hers. He approached with a small frown on his face, eyeing the bowl and apron with patent disapproval.
"You're supposed to be resting."
Emma blinked, her eyes lingering on his Adam's apple as she lifted her face up to look at him. Her boyfriend looked pissed but it was the soft kind that was meant only for her. She felt her lips part but she couldn't form any words, her mind buzzing with all the ways of how she wanted to jump on him right then and there.
She wanted to kiss him all over, kiss him senseless. She wanted to erase the frown between his brows with her lips while her hands soothe the other hard, angry parts of him—
"Ken-chin's pissed 'cause he thinks you're still sick," Mikey volunteered as he dug around the grocery bag, smirking lazily as if he sensed his sister's short-circuit moment.
"Oh," Emma uttered, blinking rapidly to clear her escalating fantasies. "I'm perfectly okay now," she said, before giving Draken her best smile. "I checked my temperature this morning and it's gone down to a good 37.2."
Draken's eyes grew in dawning outrage. "The hell it is. That's a piggybacking digit!" His gaze swept over her, narrowing slowly as he realized something. "Emma, tell me you haven't been working all fucking day."
"I-I wasn't!" Emma instantly replied. "Really! I started tidying around a little just a little after lunch, and Mikey did most of the washing and lifting. I didn't overwork myself, promise."
She placed the bowl down on the coffee table before going towards him, her arms wrapping around his waist. "Really, Ken. I feel okay," Emma mumbled against his shirt. "I wouldn't be standing here moving around if I wasn't. You know that."
Draken held her by the small of her back and sighed as if conceding the point.
Emma drew back with a bright smile. "Now, how about some cookies? You can help with the cutters," she offered impishly.
Her boyfriend contemplated her with a brooding glance, and just as Emma began to assume he'd relent with his usual tsundere flare, Draken astonished her by bending down and lifting her up in his arms.
"Ken!?" she squeaked, hands coming around his broad shoulders.
"You're not baking shit," he remarked. "I'm putting you back to bed. Now."
Emma's jaw dropped. She tried to wriggle out of his hold but Draken only held her tighter.
"Put me down! I don't wanna go to bed!" she protested. "I'm not tired and what the hell am I supposed to do in there all by myself?"
"Who says I'm leaving you all by yourself?"
Draken raised a telling brow at her and Emma's mouth clamped shut. Her heart fluttered and her belly dipped warmly at the thought of having him all to herself, but she also knew what he meant when he said he wouldn't leave her alone.
That didn't mean she wasn't going to try anything, of course.
'Just you wait,' she thought vengefully with a huff, crossing her arms as she let him carry her out of the living room.
"Hey what about my cookies?" Mikey called after them, only to be purposely ignored with the sound of Draken's footsteps answering back.
Mikey sighed. He brought the forgotten bowl back to the kitchen before tactfully heading out to his room with the Taiyaki take-out packet in one hand. He took one out and bit into it, smiling wryly to himself at how it was a good thing that their grandfather was currently out of the house, too.
Draken placed Emma gently on the bed. He lowered on his hunches before her, his long arms going around her waist to untie the ribbon holding her apron together.
"Really, Ken. There's no need for this," she muttered, sighing as she felt him tug the ribbon loose before taking it off of her. "Seriously. I don't even feel dizzy anymore, and baking isn't that exhausting, you know. It's just sugar cookies. It'll be quick!"
Draken turned back to face Emma after folding and tossing the apron lightly on a chair. He braced both hands on either side of her, his stance simultaneously protective and predatory as he stared her down with patient dark eyes, sending Emma's dormant desires to a boiling point.
He had taken such good care of her while she was sick, his large hands gentle and loving as they brushed her hair and caressed her to sleep. Now she wanted them all over her again, groping and claiming, his midnight locks in her fists as he touches her down to her aching—
"No," Draken said with gentle finality, shattering her thoughts. "You're going to rest and I'm not letting you near a goddamn oven until your temperature's back to normal."
Emma began to frown, the warmth she felt just seconds ago now rapidly fueling her temper. "But 37 degrees is considered normal," she rebutted. "I don't wanna stay in bed anymore. I've been in it all day for three days!"
At that moment Draken extracted the pudding-jar from his back pocket and presented it to her.
"Will you behave if I give you this?"
Emma subsided immediately, her eyes darting back and forth from his face to the pudding-jar. It was her favorite kind – caramel custard purin – and the searing rise of her temper instantaneously dissolved into a pleasant fluttery warmth, her expression wavering between a pout and a smile as she looked up into his smiling eyes.
"That's…that's not fair."
Draken chuckled. "I'll get you a spoon."
He made to stand but Emma stunned him by snatching the jar off his hand. She placed it on top of the bedside drawer before grabbing him by the edges of his vest, pulling him down until their faces were level.
Emma smiled a slow, sweet smile, and Draken's eyes wandered down to her rose-pink mouth as she drew close to whisper to him.
"I'll eat it later. Right now…I want a different kind of treat."
Draken stiffened as if surprised but a flash of hunger sparked the depths of his eyes, and it was all the cue Emma needed to plant a hot one on him. She pressed insistently, slanting her head a little to find that sweet angle, coaxing him to open up with tiny nibbles and a sly, slow prod of her tongue, but Draken kept his mouth closed and the kiss light, withholding the contact Emma so desperately needed.
She whined and he pulled back to murmur against her lips. "You're still sick."
"I'm nooot." Lopping her arms around his neck, Emma tugged herself back, bringing him with her as she fell on the bed. His knee dug into the mattress and she caught it in between hers, clamping her thighs tight to keep him in place.
"Emma—"
"I miss you," Emma said, bluntly and breathily. "I want you right now."
She arched up to catch his lips and Draken met her halfway, not wanting for her to strain herself. He cradled the back of her head in one hand while he supported her back with the other, lowering her gently on the mattress as their lips close and seal over and over with lingering clasps. Emma purred in obvious delight, winding her legs around his waist as she slid her tongue through the sweet cavern of his mouth, searching for his tongue and pursuing him relentlessly until she finally felt the smooth, hot muscle.
Draken shuddered at the contact, expelling a small smothered curse as he pressed her flat on the bed, making her feel so deliciously anchored. The tips of her breasts were smushed gently against his warm, solid chest, bringing them to a throbbing sensitivity, the sensation trailing down to a corresponding pulse between her legs.
Her skin grew feverishly sweet as the scent of him filled her nose; warm outdoors, a touch of mint and musk and smoke. Emma moaned in plaintive need, wanting him harder, wanting to soak him up and absorb him down to the very heat of her. Hearing her mewl, Draken lodged his tongue heavily against hers and stroked, licking at the sound as if he could taste it. His mouth began to ravish hers with a hungering intensity, betraying that he needed her just as much as she needed him, until he suddenly broke his mouth away from hers.
Emma whined again, her limbs automatically locking around his neck and waist, refusing to release him as he pushed against the bed with his forearms.
"Stay in bed with me," she pleaded.
"I can't. Damn it, Emma…" Draken pushed out, breathing heavily against her neck. "Let me go or I'll eat you whole."
"Do it," she panted. "I want it."
Draken lifted his head to look at her, his dark-hazed eyes glowing bright with trembling restraint and violent desire. "I can't," he repeated in a strained but gentle voice. "You just recovered and I don't want to risk hurting you."
"You won't hurt me. You could never." She nuzzled his throat, giving his Adam's apple a tiny wet kiss as she dragged her mouth up to the loud beat of his heart, the spot just below his jaw, imprinting her desires there. "Please, Ken…You haven't touched me in so long. I need you so bad…"
He swallowed audibly and Emma made herself fall back, her long blonde hair fanning all around her like a shimmering veil. She ran her hands along his front, touching him with frank indecency as heavy lashes hovered over sultry, mischievous honeyed-eyes.
"It's the perfect way to keep me in bed. Maybe even the only way, wouldn't you agree?"
Draken groaned and shot her a warning glance, but she could feel the heat rising in him, feel his resistance crumbling like a wet cookie in her palms.
And Emma crushed it completely in her fists.
"I can take it, you know I can…" She slipped her hands into the hem of his shirt, fingers digging in his jeans and she dragged him down by the band. "Let me show you just how well I feel..."
"Fuck," Draken swore, before bending down to smother the rest against her mouth. "I can't say no to you…"
He melded their lips together in a rough and crushing kiss, as if he sought to stifle their passions in it, but it only made Emma yield completely to him, her mouth and body remaining sweetly pliant against his until at last Draken surrendered with a low growling moan.
He stroked his tongue inside of her, turning the kiss deep and savoring as he pulled at her blouse and felt her skin beneath his hands. Emma squirmed, helping him undress her, panting in between kisses as they strip each other bare.
Her mouth watered at the sight of his chiseled form, her eyes gleaming as they slid down to his naked groin. It was already so hard, so ready for her with how it was already wet at the tip, and Draken lets her take her fill with a husky chuckle, his lips curving up with a fond smirk as he moved to cover her body with his.
"Yeah. He misses you too."
Emma giggled, the sound melting into a moan as he swooped down to kiss her with his hands cupping each of her breasts. They spill against his fingers and Draken rolled each tip with his thumbs, matching each plucking stroke with his tongue as it mated with hers.
Their mouths separated with a light smack, the tiny string of drool connecting them snapping apart as Draken marked his way down her neck with open-mouthed kisses. He latched onto her left breast, holding the hard bud captive in his hot and hungering mouth as he tugged and soothed the other with his fingers.
Emma held his head to her, her fingers sifting dreamily into his thick dark braid before prying it loose. The raven waves of his hair cascaded all over her chest and over his shoulders, and she ran her hands indulgently over his scalp in light, stimulating caresses.
It made his breath snag, and Draken retaliated by sucking her a little bit harder, fingers pinching her just a little bit tighter. Emma shivered and writhed, whimpering pleas, breaths turning tight as he moved to suckle on her other breast while his left hand coasted down…sliding low…fingers brushing through the fair, silky-coarse curls atop her sex.
Emma sobbed as she felt his fingers slide even lower, and Draken cursed quietly around her nipple the moment he felt her warm, syrupy wetness.
"Haaah, Ken…"
She rubbed herself against his hand, arching in demand and moaning as he gave it to her. The hot strokes of his tongue turn languid as he touched her, his fingers pressing tight, slow circles around the pulsing bundle of nerves before easing down into the slippery channel…dragging in and out, curling over and over…relentlessly with a maddening tempo.
Emma clutched at his hair, her small pants turning into huffs, her eyes stinging with the start of frustrated tears. There had been many times in the past where Draken would torment her just like that, leaving her dangling on the edge for hours until she cried and begged and screamed for mercy.
"Don't tease," she pleaded, pinning him with a wobbly glare. "I need you right now, please…"
Draken's eyes slid up to hers, his mouth still closed around her breast, and their gazes meld with an electrifying ripple as teary honeyed-gold stood unwavering against pools of glinting darkness.
He lifted his head with a hum, his touch withdrawing, but he did not make her wait, not anymore. He held her apart by the knees, eyes fastening onto her face as he pushed his hard, throbbing member through the wet cleft between her legs.
Emma trembled, head falling back and eyes fluttering shut as Draken rocked back and forth, mopping her up as he coated the head down to the underside in her trickling heat, the leaking tip meeting her clit in a series of lewd, sticky kisses.
"You're gonna take me?" he asked, his eyes growing hooded with each slipping motion.
"Uh huh," she replied with a sweet little pant. "I want you to come inside. Come—"
He nudged into her, possessing her with a smooth, decisive thrust. Emma jerked and cried out, tiny liquid stars exploding all over her vision as Draken filled her to the hilt. He held still for a scalding moment, making her feel every sumptuous pulse before giving her more, spreading her deliciously with a slow, hard rhythm, his breathing turning heavy with it.
Emma's hips strained to meet his but Draken refused to make her work for it, impending her efforts by driving even faster. He gave and took with equal vigor, hands hooking beneath her knees and fingers digging as he rubbed his cock even deeper, her body jarring with every voluptuous swing.
Their breaths escalate in shared momentum with Emma breathing in moans, hands scratching and gripping the sheets as she grounded herself there.
"Ah…aaahhh…! Ken…I wan—" a hiccup tore through her words at a particularly deep thrust, teardrops dislodging from the corners of her eyes while her lips trembled around a silent scream.
Draken leaned down to catch them, his mouth absorbing the wet trail before hovering over to her blushing ear. "What is it?" he asked thickly, slowing his pace and allowing her to catch her breath. "What do you want?"
"I wanna feel you," Emma implored. "I want you deeper."
She felt the tickling touch of his light, low huff, followed by the branding shape of his smile. Draken gathered her close, one hand sliding below her head while the other gripped her across her backside. He turned them slowly, holding her flushed against him as he brought her on top, his hands going for her thighs, spreading her apart as he pinned her knees down on either side of him.
Emma sobbed into his chest, shivering uncontrollably at the feel of him beneath her, inside her...so hot and heavy...so delectably hard and deep. She wriggled in place, looking for a rhythm, pushing all of her strength in her legs as she started to ride him, her chest heaving and sliding voluptuously against his as she sought to assert control. Emma hoisted herself some more, pushing her hips tightly against his as she sat up, her hands pressing flat on his hard stomach while he manned her by the thighs.
A soft curse went passed her lips as she stared at him. Draken looked so perfect beneath her in the mid-afternoon light; his eyes closed tight and mouth parted as he savored her up and around him, his muscles flexing as he moved to the tempo of her motions with his unbound hair sprawling across her pillow in black velvet waves.
Emma bent down to shower him with kisses, her lips absorbing and gently suckling, tongue tasting and slowly caressing as she pressed them all over his chest and neck and face. Suddenly she found his mouth on hers, his hand sliding through her hair and gripping ever so lightly as he kept their lips locked. Emma moaned into his mouth. She was swollen and throbbing all over…his tongue in her, his cock in her…it made her sopping flesh convulse around his length. She broke away, moving with renewed enthusiasm, alternating between grinding and bouncing, adjusting angles every so often, giving him a surprise and offering him more.
Draken shivered, his breaths quick and laboured, his palms molding instinctively around her ass as he repeatedly bucked into her and Emma squeezed him some more, closing her wet-warm walls rhythmically around him as she spoke to him in her thoughts, her parted mouth curving up in breathless ecstasy as she watched him moan and grit his teeth.
'See, Ken? I'm not sick anymore. See how well I am, how good…'
She rode him faster, harder, taking their breath away with every plunge and pull. A thin line of drool glided down from Emma's bottom lip but she didn't even notice. She was melting, losing herself in the best possible way, her eyes fluttering shut amidst the deafening throes of velvet-wet pleasure.
"Fuck. Emma…" Draken called breathily, groaning low in his throat as he squeezed at her thighs in a gently halting grip. "Emma." He made himself motionless with great effort, his hands climbing up to still her at the hips, his fingers biting. "Stop, hold on..."
Emma heeded reluctantly, slowing to a jittery stop, her pants sounding almost pained as she trembled with the effort to keep still. Draken levered himself up, grunting as he half-sat against the pillows.
"Why did you make me stop?" Emma asked shakily, nearly sobbing as the part where they were joined began to tingle impatiently at having been barred of the promised release. She pushed at him, hands balling like paws against his abs as she strained to reclaim their lost rhythm.
"Wait. Easy," Draken commanded huskily, running his palms soothingly over her back and legs, stilling her once more. "Don't hurt yourself. Let me give it to you..."
He canted upwards, pumping slowly but relentlessly, and Emma immediately grasped onto the pace he set, absorbing every upward lunge with gyrating sways, the two of them rocking and shaping the simmering remnants of sensation into a vibrant blaze of liquid fire.
His hand went to her chin, thumb wiping at the glistening strip of drool, clearing it away but simultaneously coating his thumb with it. Draken touched it to her mouth, easing her bottom lip down before sliding his thumb inside and Emma instinctively sucked on it, his movements intensifying the second she did. She moaned around the thick digit, bringing it deeper and treating it like his cock as she flicked at the base before slathering its entire length with savoring laps and pulls.
Draken groaned low in his throat. He timed his thrusts to the lurid suction of her mouth, pushing them higher and higher to the edge of climax, the pressure closing in with fever-hot pulses. His other thumb was suddenly on her engorged nub, swiping and flicking as he pistoned in and out, while the one in her mouth pressed deep.
Emma's breath seized, clamping hard around his thumb and sex, seeing fireworks. Draken eased his thumb out, dragging it down to her breast where he pinched at the bud with his drool-soaked fingers and Emma's trembling mouth slid open, slow trickling saliva escaping down from the edges of her lips as she cried and cried and moaned in the barrage of earth-shattering pleasure.
"Hah! Aahh! Ken...Ken...! I'm—I'm coming—!"
"Take it," he granted, his face fierce, tender, as he took but gave more, his velvet-deep voice rippling over the recesses of her blanking mind. "Take it, Emma...Come with me."
Emma ducked her head, shaking, gasping, sheer pleasure coursing through every limb and she was there, tingling nonstop, bowing over him, her voice and breath hitching in broken cries and moans. Draken's breathless grunts follow, the force of his orgasm echoing all through her in powerful hot-wet streaks. He brought her head down against his and she held onto him as he buried his face in her hair, luxuriating in the feel of his heated breaths on her skin and the feel of his arms holding her tight as they soared and shook and crashed.
She sank into him, absorbing his firmness and heat as their rapid breaths slowed and their thundering hearts decelerate into a warm, luminous fullness. It was sticky from where they were still connected, hot and messy with their mingling essences oozing out in thick coagulating drips, but Emma didn't mind. She wanted to keep him inside for as long as she could.
"Stay with me like this for a little while," she murmured dreamily, lips wandering to his neck before kissing him there.
"Yeah...I'm not going anywhere," Draken murmured back, sounding just as drowsy as her, his hands coming around her back and head in slow, tender strokes. "Why don't you take a nap?" he suggested softly.
Emma's mouth curved upwards in a slow grin. She pressed forward with a soft laugh, her arms folding on his chest as she rested her chin on her plaited hands, her long blonde hair glinting pink and gold in the afternoon sunlight as they glided richly over his bare skin.
"I think you need it more than me," she answered playfully.
Draken huffed out a smile, fingers twisting leisurely in her silken tresses. "A snack, then."
"I just had it," she quipped, giggling as she nipped at his jaw. "But sure."
Emma hummed around the spoon, her slender fingers pausing from their unhurried task of braiding her boyfriend's hair. She was kneeling behind him in nothing but his shirt on, while Draken sat crossed-legged on the bed in his gray boxers and ripped jeans, leaving the fly and button unfastened.
He drew the spoon back, scooped another spoonful of rich creamy purin before lifting it over his shoulder.
"You take such good care of me," Emma cooed as she bent to take it.
Draken smiled. At first wry, and then softly with the weight of a promise.
"Someone has to."
And with his warm gaze holding hers, Emma touched her pudding-flavored mouth to his, kissing him tenderly before whispering three precious words onto his smiling lips; words to last beyond time and fate. Beyond past lives and tragedies.
Beyond forever.