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kazuwhora · 2 years

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CRAVE YOU — H. KAZUTORA

cw. fem!reader, dom!reader, hybrid!au, virgin!kazutora, sub!kazutora, virgin!killer, panty thief, panty sucking, masturbation, puppyboy!kazutora, puppy!kazutora

wc. 1.860

an. my entry for @xianoii's sex talk collab!!

-> tokyo revengers taglist

keeping your hybrid’s virginity under lock and key is a task that challenges your every compulsion and desire— especially when the beam of his sandy eyes stares back at you night after night, desperate for you to push him further and further until you finally give in, hormones coursing through his veins as each time you continue to deny the very instincts you adopted him for.

“your first time should be special” you would drag, always spewing the same lines every time he would pull your hand from his floppy ears, to his cock that is already throbbing and hard.

but truth be told, kazutora doesn't care what you do with him— he doesn't care about whatever his virginity is. all he knows, is the desire to sink his cock deep inside you over and over until his hips can move no more. nonetheless he is stuck behind the iron wall of your resistance, and kazutora can't help but find his mind racing and drifting to places of pure filth whenever you aren't home. he often thinks of how good your cunt would feel around his cock in place of his hand, and he does this for what feels like hours on end. it is a thought— a vision even, that quickly overruns his mind the second you leave the house for work, to the second you come home. and soon enough, his hand just isn't cutting it anymore. he needs more. he needs to feel himself buried deep inside you. he needs to feel the overwhelming tingle of his cock wrapped in your warmth as his hips snap desperately against yours. he needs it so bad, and there's nothing that can stop this temptation once it's been seeded in his mind.

and that’s when his bad habits begin to form— like the puppyboy he is, he needs to be trained. kazutora waits at the door as you say your goodbyes, kissing his nose all the way down to his plush lips as you stroke his ears with the gentle care that makes his heart flutter. it's enough to pump his instincts into overdrive, and his tail thumps against the floor as he listens with his head pressed against the door for your footsteps down the hall and the click of the outside door behind you. and when kazutora is sure it is safe, he scampers away to your bedroom where he knows you had left a pile of your dirty laundry, just as you always do before work.

he's is shameless in his endeavors, driven solely by the frenzied instinct that make his cock twitch at the thought of digging through your discarded clothes. and he digs like a true puppy, too, making a mess of your room while he frantically tosses shirts and socks aside, desperate to find the treasure he knows is hidden at the bottom. he can smell it— taste it even— and when he finally reaches it, there is no holding him back.

kazutora’s nose presses against the cotton of your panties, tongue running along his bottom lip as he paws at his cock with a frustration he knew that only you could satisfy. but nonetheless he would try, wrapping his hand around his length as he pumps and pumps, feigning for more simulation. he resorts to desperately licking at the crotch of your panties, forcing the fabric in his mouth as he sucks and drools for the smallest hint of a taste of you. suddenly, the hours of suppressing himself, and restraining his desire to lap at your cunt in his sleep, is all taken out on the innocent piece of fabric that hangs from his mouth as he fists his cock with desperate whimpers that fill the room.

but kazutora had been so lost in his desire as you left the house, that he hadn’t paid much mind to exactly where you were going. he was so overcome with frustration and instinct to fuck you until his mind went numb, that he had failed to listen when you told him you’d be back in a mere 20 minutes. and the click of the door isn't enough to snap him out of his daze, either.

“kazutora?” you call, expecting him to be waiting at the door as usual. when he doesn't respond, disappointment sets in your chest as the thought of what he could have possibly gotten himself into, takes over.

“tora?” you call again, this time turning the corner to your bedroom.

that’s when the sound of his whimpers echoing against hollow walls grazes your ears and pulls at the strings in your chest until your body feels tight and knotted. you push the door open only a sliver— enough to see kazutora’s pathetic body hunched over himself with your panties in his mouth, and his palm wrapped around his cock.

“tora! bad!” you crawl to your knees in a huff until your eyes meet his, wide and glossy. he looks back at you with the guilt of a puppy, and the innocence of a virgin as you put a hand on your hip and hold the other out to catch the soaked fabric in his mouth.

like the good boy he is, kazutora follows your orders, and looks up at you with a pout. “please” he whines, tears welling in his eyes partly for getting in trouble, and partly for having his treasure taken from his mouth so suddenly.

“please what? this is gross tora!” you frown, but it's hard to discipline him when his lip begins to tremble and his ears pin themselves back with shame.

you can't help but feel like maybe you had been too hard on him— denying him what he's been wanting for so long, even when he had always been a good boy for you. you had been denying his instincts, nonetheless, and the guilt begins to set in a little heavier than it had before. so with a sigh, you stroke the outline of his jaw, pressing your thumb against his lip as he watches you with innocence in his eyes. his cock is still hard— leaky and desperate and you stare down at him with that undeniable guilt you just can't shake.

“sit up” you instruct, your tone still harsh enough to make him move with an unexpected sense of urgency.

kazutora scrambles to sit upright, leaning his back against the frame of the bed as he covers his cock shamefully with his hands.

“move your hands” his obedience is sweet, watching him obey with that familiar sense of desperation behind his eyes, and his cock springs free, pressing against his stomach as a bright blush tints his cheeks. it's a consequence of the inevitable embarrassment of his own self pleasure, but his bright eyes shaded only by a few rogue strands of blonde hair, and the hopeful look that tints his expression, is too sweet to deny any longer. it tugs at your heartstrings— reminds you why you adopted him, and you can't help but giggle with the sweetness of his aura.

kazutora isn't entirely sure what's going on until your lips press against his in a kiss while your hand snakes down his torso and strokes his cock with a delicate touch he's never experienced before. he whimpers into the kiss— it's soft and delicate, and his voice is lost beyond your lips as you straddle his lap and shift the fabric of your shorts aside. you want nothing more than to show him how much you love him— to give him the treatment he deserves. watching him pant gently, just waiting for your every move, makes your chest ache with regret that's mixed with an excitement even you can't deny.

“m’sorry tora” you hum, breaking away as his breath began to pick up it’s pace the more you shift and coo at him. “didn’t mean to make you wait this long. I just wanted it to be special for my boy, y’know?”

kazutora nods, forehead pressed against yours as he waits eagerly for your lead. his nails dig into the sides of your arms, hips bucking in tiny thrusts as he feels the heat of your core fall closer and closer to the tip of his cock, until finally, the warmth of your walls suck him in, wrapping around his length as you sink down into his lap and relish in the sounds of his whimpers and gasps. he's so sweet, struggling to maintain his composure as your body rolls against his in a gentle motion catered especially for his desire.

“feel good?” you keep yourself steady with your hands on his shoulders as you speak, watching the way his brows knit and his lips part with every whine. kazutora can only nod in response, nearly lost in the bliss of your cunt and you take his approval as your cue to pick up speed until the sound of skin against skin nearly drowns out his desperate sobs.

“please” seems to be the only word kazutora is capable of forming, and it falls from his lips almost obsessively the deeper you push his cock, grinding and rolling against his body to make sure he can feel every inch of his owner’s body so he knows just who he belongs to.

“w-wanna c-cum” he stutters, hands shaking as he drags his nails down your chest and paws at your tits until the fabric of your shirt is nearly ripped.

“cum for me then, you can do it baby” your coaxes fall on nearly deaf ears, and you reduce your hips to a rhythmic pace as you let his body guide himself to his own high.

you can feel the tension in his core snap as his hips buck up into you, and his tail thumps at the floor beside him letting you know just how much he appreciates his owners kindness. he's sweet— blissful— and his euphoria is enough to make your walls tighten and flutter around his length until his cum comes in desperate spurts that coats your walls with his milky seed. he fills you up with his warmth that oozes around his cock as it throbs and aches with his release inside you, and it's the kind of sweetness that pushes you to the edge, an unexpected pleasure that takes over your body and makes you stutter on your breath.

your vision steadies, body pausing as you watch kazutora's tongue hang from his mouth. with the feeling of pleasure locking your body in place you lift the soaked fabric you had taken from him to his mouth, placing it on his tongue as he nearly pulls it inside his mouth to suckle as if it is second nature.

“that’s my good boy” you whisper, untangling his hair that falls between his ears and clings to his face.

as you nestle yourself up against his chest, kazutora is pulled into a hug as his cock twitches inside you, and you stroke the back of his head while he nibbles and sucks on the fabric of your dirty panties.

how could you deny anything to a puppyboy as sweet as tora?

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