#kazutora x reader smut

[fueledbysano]

𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒~!

how they deal with an ovulating and very horny wife.

♱ c/w: MATURED. MDNI. afab!reader, mentions of periods and pregnancy, breeding, creampies, fingering, praising, baby trapping, overstimulation, fluff/smut.

♱ ft. kazutora, mikey, hanma, sanzu, ran.

♱ a/n: the most evil horny of them all. also, happy 4k! thank you so much for all the love in my fics. also, I may have a different writing style with hanma because it was intended for a different fic with a more romantic tone. but I decided it worked just fine for this one too.

♡ tags; @manilamikeyswifey @blueparadis @tokyometronetwork

reblogs appreciated!

♡ Kazutora

As soon as he woke up, Kazutora already felt how slightly warmer you felt in his arms, almost as if you had a fever. That morning, you were in a particularly good mood as well, especially with your husband clinging to you. He gave you a moment to absorb his gaze before softly grinning. Good morning, baby girl…”

Before you could say anything, Kazutora's lips touched yours as his fingertips lifted your chin up. He waited motionlessly for your approval, which you offered by gently pressing your lips against his. You were unable to resist as your kiss got more intense. You felt a surge of lust that fueled the kiss and drew his body close to yours. After what seemed like a flash, you separated from one another.

“Want to stay~?” You asked him, never letting your gaze leave his so he could make no mistake as to what it is that you wanted. Knowing what was going on, Kazutora cleared his throat. Before you went to sleep last night, he observed you check your period tracker app. He remembered that you had noted that today had a blue mark on the calendar, signifying that you are ovulating and most fertile.

You mumbled quietly into his palm, locking eyes with him as you gently rubbed your nose against his. "Honey, please," you begged. You were certain that the lust was becoming stronger as he continued to stay silent, merely his gentle breath touching your neck.

Kazutora's long hair tickled your cleavage while he bit little patches of your skin in the crook of your neck; your heavy breaths and noises getting him bricked up in an instant. He lifted the band shirt you borrowed from him before trailing his hands down your chest, and lingering them above your thin panties.

“I love how pretty your pussy looks…” His mouth almost watered at the wet print on your panties before he pulled them off in one swift movement. “It’s like a flower~” He praised before keeping hot eye contact with you the whole time he lifted your leg up his shoulder lustfully. Soon enough, he attacked the inside of your thighs with hungry kisses. As if you couldn't have been doing it enough, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched in pleasure.

Your hands reached to clench his streaks as you felt Kazutora's lips lap at your sensitive core, and you could feel his lips smiling at your breathy moans of his name. He would shift between quick tongue flicks, languid licks, and sporadic light clitsucking.Kazutora easily inserted a finger into your wetness and curled up with it. Your head dipped back when he slipped a second finger and made the same movement.

Soon enough, Kazutora's cock was straining so hard in his boxers that it itches for a relief inside of your walls. So he reached for the side drawer for the box of condoms you always kept there. However, before he could grasp the wooden knob, you quickly reacted and grabbed hold of his wrist. “It’s okay…” You assured with a soft smile. Kazutora questioned as if you weren't fine with it; he'd rather end the situation before something serious occurs. “Yes, my love.” You exhaled, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Kazutora felt his stomach turn at this confession. All the thoughts he had about getting you pregnant and starting a family with you was at its breaking point, especially now that you had said yes to him. “D’you want me to give you a baby, pretty girl?” He makes sure once more and yet again, you agreed.

“I’ll give you as many as you want…” Kazutora sat you on his thighs in a cradle before rocking upwards to you, placing your arms on his chest as a brace. You raised your hips and felt his length slip out before lowering your cunt on it abruptly.

Pleasure was making you slightly dizzy on top of him, but you made an effort to maintain your eyes on Kazutora at all times. By this point, your hips were colliding with each other with each thrust, evoking gasping groans from both of you as you watched your bodies connect.

“I’m not going to last any longer…” Kazutora admitted, feeling the pre cum from his tip coat your cervix. “That’s okay, I’m close yoo.” You insisted. You felt a little jolt as he abruptly shoved his hips upward. You gasped in shock before giving him a seductive glance.

It was excessive. Your orgasm overcame your senses and knocked the air out of your throat as it descended. Despite wanting to see Kazutora’s vulnerable expression, your eyes screw shut at the sensation of clamping your walls around his dick. The pleasure shook throughout your body.

Your husband was keeping an eye on you, and seeing you at your climax was all it took to push him over the edge. He finally lost it due to your grip, releasing all of his pent-up seed. It was so enthralling that he didn't want the moment to finish.

“You’re so amazing, my darling.” Kazutora praised as he laid your fragile body on the sheets.

♡ Mikey

Emma and Draken had just left your home after collecting their infant, who had been under you and his uncle Mikey's care for the entire morning and afternoon. If it wasn't for Draken who restrained him while Emma took the baby back, Mikey wouldn't have wanted to let go of the little bundle of joy.

“[ Y / N ], just give Manjiro a baby already.” Emma remarks in jest before Draken bids goodbye and closes the door behind them, leaving a very flustered Mikey behind. You chuckled at your husband's reaction before pressing a delicate kiss on his forehead, “Go get cleaned, honey. I'll make the bed.” He hummed affectingly, closing his eyes in alleviation before murmuring into your ear, “Love you so much~”

If his scratchy voice didn't already drive you crazy, your heart sure did skip when Mikey's hands found their way to your hips, slipping under your shirt and onto your skin before tracing delicate circles. You froze. You balled the collar of his shirt, closed your eyes, and pressed your cheek to his hair before gasping out. Mikey made a gesture that typically you found sweet, but tonight, it switched something inside you. He secretly blushed from the sound you made before withdrawing from your embrace and then doing his business upstairs.

The entire time you prepared for bed, you couldn't resist the thoughts of having your husband touch and fondle you in such sensual ways; It's nothing out of the ordinary to lust for your husband, yet tonight, you felt more drawn to him than usual. it's like... hold on.

Glancing at the calendar, you realize that it has been two weeks since your period. of course, you are ovulating. Explains the baby fever you felt too while watching you and Mikey's nephew. While it is a guaranteed card to get laid, the intense lust almost aches; the only thing plaguing your mind is having Mikey touch all over your body as he pumped your pussy full of his cum.

“Good night, my darling wife.” From underneath the covers and your shirt, Mikey’s hand cups your breast and starts to massage it gently, twisting and pulling at your nipple. His other hand was caressing your legs, and his fingers tickled as they softly moved up your inner thighs. You were enjoying his touches so much you didn’t realize the pooling mess in between your legs that began to soak through your panties. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” Mikey muttered and toyed with your clit slowly before pressing soft kisses on your neck.

Your heart is aching from eagerness, melting, and ready to breach from your chest at any moment. Fortunately, Mikey also got impatient and tugged your panties aside, making you feel his erect shaft, which had been straining in his pants ever since he spotted you splayed on your marital bed. “Good girl,” He praises, sinking into you again and again.

Normally, Mikey would whimper and grunt into your ear during sex. But tonight, feeling how significantly aroused and tight you are, Mikey didn't bother to strain the pornographic moans in his throat as he drove into your puffy g-spot.

Your hands flew up in an instant, encasing his face in your palms. He was ready to pause and kiss you, until you muttered something that had him reeling. “Knock me up, honey.” Although his head hadn't yet absorbed the words, his body had, and the words had come as a surprise to him. He came abruptly and forcefully, his head falling to nuzzle your neck as a heavy grunt erupted from his chest. Mikey’s orgasm had brought you to yours as he rode it out in shallow thrusts.

Mikey rolled off you to lay down at your side; your legs entwined as he was still inside you. “I love you….” he muttered lovingly.

To be connected with him in the most intimate ways was always so enchanting. You two stayed like that, just snuggling as you caught your breath, knowing that whatever happened in the future because of tonight, you two would do it together with love.

♡ Hanma

Hanma took you into a romantic weekend getaway at a cabin house. The day of birdwatching and camping was long over and when the navy blue took over the cerulean blue sky. 

Upon arriving in your cabin, you two settled down on the settee positioned by the warm fireplace, the sound of burning wood and the scent of pine trees completed the atmosphere. You notice that his eyes have the same sparkle that you admired when you first met him after exchanging a lingering stare with him. 

Hanma's pulse was hammering as he leaned forward to take in the view, his heart pounding at how stunning you looked with the continuous stream of sunlight streaming into the cabin room. He leaned in close enough that the points of your cupid's bows touched for another fiery kiss.

As you closed the distance between you and him, your hold on his jaw loosened. You pressed your lips against his, eyes peering up at his, as if checking to see if he was still down with it.Your lips brushed across his tenderly before you firmly planted them there. His brows knitted together and eyes remained open until your hand reached up to cradle the soft patch of locks at the back of his head and your tongue flicked at his lower lip.

Instead of touching you, he lets you touch him, allowing you to find your own degree of comfort. Both yours and Hanma's coats slid down your back, falling off your shoulders. You started unbuckling your belt straps as you stared down at him. As you reached the buttons on your blouse, the leather dropped about your waist. As you unfastened the buttons one by one, he attentively watched you, his eyes memorizing every piece of exposed skin. Even though you've done it countless times already before, seeing you undress just for him did something to him that he couldn't put into words. It was an image that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

“You're finally off your period, baby?” Hanma remarked as your lips pressed together again, hot and heavy. He last initiated to be intimate with you while you were in the middle of your period, but you gently rejected. So he has been waiting ever since.

He was speechless as to what you were doing to him. He felt weightless, like if he were soaring through the air, rising higher with each kiss and amount of contact between your hips. “Yes…”

Before slowly moving his hands over your exposed abdomen, he waited until you were stripped down to your cotton bra. As he played at the cloth beneath your breasts, his eyes followed you, looking for permission to push his fingers past it. As his hands excitedly stroked and kneaded the skin of your exposed breasts, you tugged the garment up and over your head completely, flinging it aside and leaning over him.

He bit back a low grunt as your hand cupped his bulge, stopping his hips from arching into the warmth of your palm. He did as he was told and unbuckled his belt. As he drew out his erection through his pants, his warm stare didn't flinch away from yours. He didn't consider himself a nervous person, but something about being completely at your mercy was too much for him to stand.

His hands reached down to your thighs and circled your pelvis, just above your core, tickling the sensitive area there. You groaned in agony, your legs swaying in anticipation. He indulged you because he sensed your impatience. As the touch of his rough fingers ran across your sensitive bud, his eyes narrowed and a cry dropped from your eager lips. Then he rested his finger there, leaning in close to you and curling the digit against it again and over, causing your lips to open, body tensing, and stars flashing in your eyes.

"You like that?" He said in a low, sultry tone, eyes locked hard on your dazed expression. Of course he knew you loved that.

"That's my good girl. Feel good?" You nod, out of breath and dizzy. He grinds himself up against you and brushes his member up and down your wet folds, enclosing you in his embrace. Your body jerks, his smooth cock sliding against your excessively sensitive bud, eliciting a small sequence of aftershocks that lead him to tut and smile smugly. Then he pushes himself halfway into you and waits a moment for you to open up for him. Slowly, his hips pull back, almost entirely separating him from you before plunging in further deeper. He goes through the motions once more, sliding out only to sink back in with ease all the way to the hilt.

A string of curses fall from his lips as your hips grind against him haphazardly, too thrown by the cusp of your orgasm to be able to match his rhythmic thrusts. As the coil finally snaps you clamp down hard on his cock, a loud moan tearing out from you as you cum wholly wrapped up in him. For a moment his hips still, letting you fuck yourself through your orgasm before he still for a moment, head thrown back and words slipping out quickly, "Where do you want it?"

"I-In me." Your breathy moans of his name were enough to make him shoot his release, pouring it deep inside you just as you wanted as he reached his climax.

You collapsed on top of your husband, his member still deep inside you while the two of you caught your breaths, bodies fitting together like a puzzle.

You two stayed like this for a moment, letting yourselves peacefully bask into each other's embrace intimately by the fire and reminiscing what may be the start of the final days of being "just you two".

♡ Sanzu

Your heart was beating impossibly fast as your back slammed against the door of your bedroom, Sanzu reaching blindly to open it before he had his hands on yours once again. You were thrilled that your husband was just as needy as you are, after all, you were the one who first dragged him out of Bonten's afterparty at the club directly below your penthouse.

Your knees struck the edge of the mattresses as Sanzu pushed you into the bed. The metal bands on his fingers sent goosebumps on your skin as his fingers trailed down your back to unzip your dress. Sanzu broke the kiss to allow himself to soak in the sight of your body, concealed only in your panties.

You responded by reaching up to seize his undone tie, luring him into another lustful kiss while you took turns removing his clothing.

“I don’t have a condom.” Sanzu bit his lip after the lie, waiting for your response. He had been thinking about hitting it raw for several days now and he just couldn't wait any longer.

“It’s okay…” You insist, murmuring against his lips with a smirk. “I want this…” Your whisper is followed by a soft gasp when Sanzu pushes you to the bed. He groaned at the feeling of your soft breast pushing against his, as he pulled your panties off.

You reached your hands to cup his face in your hands, leaning up to press a hungry kiss to his lips. And that was when Sanzu pushed himself inside you. Your moans were synced, both consumed by the pent-up tension you two have been holding onto.

He precisely filled you up, pressing into every little crevice and nerve as he thrust. Your legs lifted up to his shoulders, the new angle allowing Sanzu's tip to nudge against your cervix. He let out a vulnerable moan, his hands fisting the mattresses tighter with every blow.

You moaned his name loudly, hands reaching above your head to brace yourself on the cushioned headboard.

Sanzu pressed a thumb on your clit in response, leaving open-mouthed kisses over your leg as he kept a steady pace.

“I’ll make you a daddy~” You flashed him a mischievous grin as your legs fell to wrap around his waist, locking his member pistoning inside you. Moans echoed through the room louder than you initially planned to, but Sanzu loved it.

Sanzu's body felt like it was on fire when the nickname escaped your lips. “You’ll make a pretty mommy.” He moaned in between thrusts, one hand gripping the headboard behind you for better traction.

“Let's cum together, sweetheart.” That was all you needed before you were pushed over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm. Your nails sank onto Sanzu's shoulders, clinging onto him as he rode out your orgasm.

“So perfect, baby…” Your husband's moans were rough and low, choking on a grunt as he pushed his cum deep inside you.

♡ Ran

Even though you have only been at work for four hours, you are already regretting leaving your husband in bed, wishing nothing but to be in his arms right now. You weren't usually clingy to Ran, in fact, it was the other way around. However, today you felt a stronger yearning toward him than usual.

“What’re you thinking about, miss?” Her assistant jokes.

You shook it off, realizing you had been zoning out yet again. You’ve been thinking about so many things about Ran, but there’s no way you could tell her that.

“Nothing, just a little sleepy.” Yes, sleepy is the way to put it…  “I’d be glad to take over for you, ma’am.” She insisted. “Are you sure? Alright, thank you so much. Ring me up if you need anything.” You smiled at your assistant before handing her the papers, waving on the way out.

1PM. Ran is usually in his own office at the Bonten HQ around this time. You cannot wait to go home to him tonight and you wanted to be sure that he'd feel the same way, thinking about nothing but hving you for the rest of his work.

So, on the spur of the moment, you scrolled through your personal "intimate" photo album, specifically selecting one in which you wore a set of black lace lingerie that Ran had purchased for you.

sent 3 images

miss you, honey ♡

You were pretty proud of your text, knowing that Ran might get in trouble once he opens it while at work.

However, as minutes pass, you start to wonder what he may be up to this time. You could only hope that it was a good time to send that text, or maybe he may really get in trouble for causing him such distraction.

“[ Y / N ]-sama, a package for you at the door.” Your assistant says over the intercom. You took a breath and placed your hand at the door. You didn’t even get the chance to look up before you heard an unmistakable voice clear their throat.

“Where’s my hello, darling?” You immediately blushed, your eyes hesitantly looking up to meet the source of the voice. And there was your husband, clad in all black. A few strands of his lilac hair hovered over his eyes as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed together.

“Baby,” You breathed. Ran uncrossed his arms and locked you in his embrace. “You called for me, angel?” A slight rasp in his voice as he whispered drove you crazy.

“Ran...” You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and brought your lips up to meet him in a fiery kiss. He smiled against your lips, gladly obliging to your request as your lips spoke for the pent up desire you held for each other. 

Your breaths picked up, as did your heart rates as Ran’s grip on your waist grew tighter, wanting more. Suddenly, his hands effortlessly hoisted you onto your desk. He knocked off a few things to make room for you on the surface. 

As Ran’s fingers crept higher up your skirt, your legs spread wider to make space for his petite waist. Ran held you flush against his body, one hand roaming your back as you held each other close. “My naughty wife needs me…” He whispered, undoing his pants before bringing himself closer to you as he set your panties aside.

The tip of his shaft brushed your clit. You moved his member along your folds, thoroughly soaking the tip. Ran felt goosebumps in his arms as you both exchanged breathless gasps in pleasure.

“You’re such a good girl to me…” He whispered, kissing you softly. Slowly but surely, you took the entirety of his length just before he hits your cervix due to the position you're in. Ran slowly withdrew before slamming back into you in exactly the same spot he stopped at.

“Am I taking you well, honey? D’you hear that? Fuck, you dick me down so good.” You praised, whispering seductively into his ear. You felt Ran’s length throb inside of you upon hearing those words before he pushed one deep thrust with a grunt,

“Keep talking like that and I might just blow my load deep inside you.” You and Ran had always been careful. But his suggestion puts ideas in your head.

You are aware that you have a high chance of getting pregnant today, and that only pushed you into agreeing to your husband. Ran had always been vocal about dreaming of having children with you, but he is also very considerate and respectful of your decisions so he waited for the right time for you.

You are happy with the stability in your life and would dearly love to expand your small family with Ran.

He started to dive into you a little harder as he could feel himself releasing shortly. By how you clenched his shaft a lot tighter, he could tell that you were close to your climax too. 

“Where do you want it, baby—?” Ran whispered, holding your body softly.

You wrapped your legs around his waist just in time. Ran came hard and suddenly, straining his moans against your lips in a kiss. That answered his question and was all he needed to pour his load into your pussy as you came together.

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[seraphdreams]

NO PHOTOS — BAJI KEISUKE/KAZUTORA HANEMIYA.

— CONTAINS. fem!reader, 3some, slight choking, praise/degradation, reader is referred to as sweetheart and doll, multiple rounds, tora is an energetic fucker. 18+ mdni.

— WORD COUNT. 4.0k

— NOTES. this is like my 50th repost cause i’m trying to not get flagged but i hope you enjoy the first addition to this miniseries. i really loved writing it all and i hope i don’t have to repost it again :( also listen to the song “no photos” by don toliver!

— LINKS. series masterlist — general masterlist.

They say rivalries could fuck up a friendship.

Not particularly for Baji and Kazutora though.

Rivalry was invigorating to them, something they needed in their day to day lives like water to survive, and even after their childhood years, they still found themselves battling against each other somehow. So, it didn’t come as much of a surprise to Kazutora when he arrived at Bonten’s freshly established headquarters, complete with its own separate hotel and casino, to see that his opponent was Shibuya’s best, Baji Keisuke.

A smirk then followed a laugh when Hanemiya thought over it more. Baji? It’d been years since he last saw his best friend, his only fond memory being attending Keisuke’s graduation; How strange of someone with their veterinary degree to take on racing. To each their own, he presumed.

In turn, however, Kazutora spent most of his time in jail. Trouble seemed to follow him everywhere he went like a lost puppy with its unreliable owner. And at the end of every day, he promised himself he’d get better—He had to. And he did. Prison struck the opportunity for him to pick up new dexterities, other than his last hobby of breaking and entering. With that, he grew increasingly knowledgeable in the field of motorbikes. Once he got out, he landed himself a job at a local bike shop. Comfortable; the pay was great, he did what he loved, and when he was exceptionally lucky, he’d get to compete against others in his area, being an undefeated favorite as well.

Now with him settled into his suite, alongside his roguish roommate, the need for competition grew stronger.

“It’s been a minute, huh, Keisuke?” Kazutora sighs out, laying across the opposite side of his bed. Coming from Tora, it was rich. Rich in the sense that whenever it came down to the two going head to head back in Shibuya, Kazutora conveniently found himself sitting in a cell. “Sure has. I was startin’ to think your bum ass was scared of me.” Baji responds with a snicker, adjusting his head on the headboard of the luxurious hotel bed.

“Never. But hey..” Kazutora starts, sitting up straight and resting his weight against his hands behind him. From the shift in octave of his last vocables, Baji knew to listen intently despite aimlessly scrolling on his phone. Probably looking at bikes again..

“Y’seen that new girl Bonten’s been hoarding? Fucking gorgeous.” Kei’s focus flits immediately to Hanemiya. “New girl?”

If you could only see the look on Tora’s face when he described you, as if he’d seen an angel from Heaven and came back down to Earth just to report it back to Baji. It was entertaining to say the least, how expressive he got when telling Keisuke you were about this tall, and your hair was the sexiest shade of this color, and he can’t fucking forget about your body. Each dip and curve of your frame was engraved into his brain with so much depth that if he’d somehow end up with amnesia, he couldn’t forget—He wouldn’t forget.

“Sounds like a real peach. The hell they need her for?” Baji queries. The truth being, Bonten needed you as a morale booster. Someone to remind them they were human even after a gruesome day’s work, and of course at times they’d get distracted, bend you over the desk in God-knows-who’s office just to make the prettiest mess out of you. It kept their spirits high, and they were fun men so you didn’t mind as much as you should’ve.

Kazutora thought for a second on what his next words would be. Spontaneously, he asks, “Wanna find out?” The question didn’t quite register in Baji’s mind until Tora graciously added that you were the designated flag girl. What a shame it’d be if you didn’t get to know your racers a few hours before they become less than friends and more than foe.

—

Last night’s packing took an immense amount of your energy, leaving you only to manage a quick shower in the morning after less than a full night's rest. You blamed Haru; That forgetful bastard, only he would make the mistake of relaying to you that the flight leaves at 6 A.M instead of P.M, which forced you to scramble for time you thought you had.

When you finally arrived at your suite, you opted for a nap to rejuvenate lost time, and fortunately you had been granted the night shift at what was beginning to feel like your new part-time job. You slept soundly without distractions for the next few hours, and once you awoke, a necessary shower was in your presence.

It wasn’t until you stepped out of the shower that you noticed your phone buzzing on the counter, paired with an unknown caller ID at the top of the screen. Normally, you’d ignore it, wait for the ringing to stop and carry on with whatever plans you had for the day, but since Bonten had a particular way of wiring your phone, to say the least, who knew what business you could be called in for.

“Hello?” You hold the phone between your ear and shoulder as you drape the towel around your dampened body. A soft voice projects through the other line, so gentle as though it were merely a whisper. “Is this Y/N?”

You move on to heading out the bathroom and into the bedroom where you set the phone on speaker and begin to apply your smell-goods. “Mhm, what’re you calling for?” There’s a brief bout of silence from the other side until the familiarity of hearing that docile tone vacated and it was replaced by a deeper, brasher timbre. “Y’not busy, are ya? Gotta race in a minute ‘nd ‘m losin’ motivation, sweetheart.” The sentiment of the pet name had heat surging through your body.

This must’ve been what Rindou was talking about. And to think all that talk about needing to “stick close by his side” because the others were bound to want you, was just a scheme to be possessive. Maybe actually listening to Bonten could teach you a few things.

You weren’t dumb as to not realize who was on the phone. It clicked for you the moment you heard his voice. He was your Boss’s friend, the one you reigned attractive against the others in the photos he’d shown you. Mikey had warned you that he was an unpredictable man, but seeing as Sanzu was someone you dealt with on a daily basis (regardless of if you wanted to or not), Baji was nothing.

Surely, you weren’t too busy with anything, and a quick welcome visit couldn’t hurt. “Not busy at all. Which room are you in, Keisuke?”

Fucking hell. Just how cute can you get? Kei tries his hardest to not let the grin on his features go noticed, or to not let the excitement rush straight to his dick, yet he fails at both. “Na, Kazutora..” You could hear him on the other end calling for Tora’s attention. “What room are we in?”

You couldn’t hear Tora’s response over the phone but luckily Baji was gracious enough to repeat it a second time, not necessarily just for you to hear; but for emphasis. An allure, roughly.

Room 602 — Who knows what’s to come?

Luckily, you were provided with the cutest checkered set, a gift from Ran Haitani himself—complete with a teensy tiny skirt and tight little crop top that left no part of your chest to the imagination. Truly adorable, the way it had fit your body, the uneasy feeling of bareness waning away once you stepped into your platform Miu Miu heels.

After some twirling in the mirror, you felt ready enough to make your way to their suite. You knocked gently against the lacquered door, in contrast to how sturdy, heavy almost, it felt underneath your knuckles. The handle turns and the door is pulled from the inside, revealing the men who occupied the area.

They had to be over 6’0, the both of them. You weren’t expecting to be towered over within the first ten seconds of arriving, it was evident on their features that they found you rather cute. The one you came to recognize as Baji was posted against the wall with his arms crossed, sharp eyes taking you in gradually. Hmm, intimidating.

The other held the door open, a soft close-eyed smile on his face. Ran would make the same expression with you at times too. A dark mole near his right eye gave him a more feminine look in comparison to the raven haired male a foot behind him. He seemed friendly, this must’ve been the carrier of the dulcet voice you heard from before.

“Cute outfit, that what you’re wearing tonight?” Baji queries, relaxing his stance in the slightest. Kazutora pulls the door in more, allowing you ample room to slip past him and to shut the door behind you. It takes a while for you to slowly nod while taking in the view of their room. Bonten really outdid themselves when coming up with floor plans for the hotel because every inch of each square foot seemed to be crafted specifically to fit their divine tastes. Nevertheless, a golden view of the water from the window situated in the living space. “I’ll try not to ruin it then.” Huh? What does he mean by that?

Your focus hastily snaps back to the man before you, a sinister smirk quirking at his lips that reveals two sharp… fangs? He’s far more frightening in person.

A hand on your wrist enthusiastically guides you to their room, it’s Kazutora, sitting you down amongst the bedsheets. Baji follows behind him, sitting across from you two. “Tora, relax. You’ll scare her.” You giggle at Keisuke’s assertiveness, receiving an eyebrow raise from him as soon as the airy chuckles reach his ears. “‘m not scared.” You respond, hands placed over your bare thighs.

“You’re so cute, like a doll. You’d let us get to know you a bit?” Kazutora’s voice resonates from the side of you he sat beside. You turn to look at him only now noticing his golden-hued eyes.

Very pretty.

“Of course.” Your response came out in a reassuring tone, the pair falling harder and harder for you as each second passes. Kazutora’s hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him, the tips of his fingers dancing dangerously close to your inner thighs.

“You gotta boyfriend?” He sing-songs. Baji leans in closer despite only being two feet away, his hands folded and rested over his lap. “Not technically.” You chime out, feeling as though you’ll go dizzy from the tantalizing scent of the man beside you.

“Not technically?” It’s Baji’s voice you hear now. “I mean, ‘m not with Bonten, but sometimes they treat me like a girlfriend.” Which wasn’t far from the truth. Your relationship with Bonten could be described as something similar to a friends with benefits ordeal. Not quite, but not far off.

“Your little boyfriends would probably be disappointed if they found out you were here, huh?” In response to Baji’s question, you shake your head. “They don’t have to know.”

So perfect and so fucking dumb. What did they do to deserve you?

Kazutora’s hand trails up your abdomen, to your sternum, and right under your jaw where he grips your throat with the lightest pressure and angles your head upwards to meet his eyes.

Those same friendly orbs from before diminished into something colder, with the faintest hint of mirth behind them. “Be honest with me, pretty baby. Who do ya think is gonna win today’s race? Me, or Keisuke?”

Hypnosis is what it felt like when you stared into his eyes, attempting to muster up an answer that would satisfy both parties, although you just… didn’t know. Kei’s eyes narrow as they land on Tora’s, the quick glance they give each other filled with devilry.

“I-I don’t know.” You give him your final resolve. Kazutora releases his grip on you and moves his hands back to your thighs, slightly pushing them open to reveal the barely there panties you wore underneath your skirt. “Don’t know?” Hanemiya’s voice is whispered against the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “How ‘bout we show you? You’d like that?” Hands that were previously between your thighs find themselves tugging down your little shirt, kneading the flesh of your tits softly. You elicit a low whine, nodding your head as Baji situates himself between your thighs, using his sharp teeth to pull the fabric of your panties down until they hang off one ankle.

“Imma make ya feel fucking good.” His eyes lock onto yours as he uses his tongue to switch between flicking and sucking at your clit. Kazutora settles behind you, allowing you to somewhat rest against his back while he continuously plays with your nipples.

Baji’s tongue is dangerous, he’s messy. The feeling of the wet muscle in and out of your core causes a docile whine to reverberate from your throat. He keeps your shaky legs open with his large, calloused hands, his pointed nose inadvertently aiding in the pleasure stemming from your clit and the only way you can really react is by bucking your hips up like a desperate whore. You couldn’t help it, he knows he’s too good.

“Kei-Keisuke!” You stutter out, hand moving to tangle in his dark locks, tugging gently. He returns your whine with a groan, speeding up his ministrations which make your hole twitch around him, legs threatening to close any second. From his perspective, you looked like an angel. Everything about you so sweet, cute, and innocent. Just the thought of knowing how other men have had their way with you, gets him harder than a fucking rock.

It’s incredibly messy at this point. Kazutora’s lips take purchase on yours, kissing you sloppy and rough. His fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples cause you to go crazy, just a thread holding you back from your orgasm. You’re so incredibly wet too, Keisuke can’t even tell if the strings of slick dripping down the bedsheets come from his saliva or the growth of your arousal.

You can't take anymore at this point, opting to run away from the pleasure instead of giving in, but Baji’s hands grip hard around the fat of your thighs, keeping you still as he gives you a sharp glance, one that’s only a warning. Kazutora pulls away to recollect his breath, eyes scanning over the scene on display. There’s a dopey grin on his face that you miss as he watches your clit twitch. “Fuck, her pussy’s so pretty!”

“Gonna cum! L-Lemme cum!” Your voice is slurred, hips uncontrollably rutting into Baji’s mouth. He slows the jerking of his own hips against the mattress, pulling away from your heat and replacing the lost feeling with his fingers on your clit. He circles them against the nub with slight pressure, watching how your jaw drops open and sonorous mewls slip out.

“This whatcha wanted? Y’sound so pretty, even that pussy’s talkin’ ta me.”

You were too caught up in your own pleasure to even notice the raunchy squelches of your creamy cunt resonating throughout the room. How embarrassing.

It only takes a few more moments for your body to convulse under the sensation, your juices dripping down Kei’s arm and back arched against Kazutora’s chest. “Atta-fucking-girl! Look at that!” Tora coos. That signature smirk returns back to Baji’s features, mesmerized with the way your pussy pulses in orgasm. “We’re gonna have so much fun witcha tonight.”

Keisuke sits up, kneeling at one side of the bed, repositioning you so that you’re arched nice and pretty for him while Kazutora kneels at the other end, your face millimeters from his cock. Kei wraps five digits around the back of your neck, pulling you towards him to meet his eyes. You stare up at him with those angelic orbs, doe eyes rendering nothing behind them, just pure vacancy while you pout in the slightest, a reaction from his vice-like grip around your throat. “Y’gonna take it all for us?” A quiet mhm is muttered from your throat, Baji beaming down at you with his menacing smile, satisfied with your answer. “Be careful with Tora,” Keisuke lets his grip go and he leans down over you, whispering into your ear, loud enough for the other to hear. “He’s a throat fucker.”

He sits back up straight, unzipping his pants slowly before taking out his hard-on. If only you could see how much Kei leaked, just how huge it was. You could only guess when he teasingly slipped the tip in and out, entertained with the way you stretched around him. Kazutora, on the other hand, slides his length down your throat fully, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. Instinctively, you wrap your lips around his shaft, gradually building up a bobbing rhythm.

Kei wanes his teasing enough when he watches how well you envelop the half-blond. He slowly pushes into you at the hilt, sighing out a deep rasp before practically pounding your hole, leaving you no room to adjust to his massive cock.

God, his dick is fucking heavy. It stretches you out wide enough to the point where you feel as though your cunt can’t take anymore, all while your hands grip the sheets underneath you for leverage that only helps in the slightest. Tora’s hand grips at the hollow of your cheek while you continue to take as much of him as you can. He’s really trying his hardest to not let his hips take control and accept the pleasure you’re languidly giving him, yet he fails, letting his hips reel back and cock slip down your awaiting throat. His thrusts are hard in tandem with Baji’s, both the men using you to get off.

Little tears begin to pool at your waterline which Kazutora finds amusement in, fucking your throat at a faster, wilder pace. Vibrations from your throat shoot through the parameters of his length, eliciting a whimper which follows a groan. “So fuckin’ good, baby..”

A harsh slap stings across your ass once Keisuke finds his rhythm, the warmth and wetness of your hole inviting him in like he was just meant to be there. You wince in response, trying your hardest to not run from the pleasure. “Guess your men are good for something, cause fuck, you take it so well.” His hand slips down partially, enough for his thumb to enter your puckered hole, pumping the digit slowly. From this, your eyes roll into the back of your head, legs starting to feel like jello and even you can’t seem to keep yourself arched for him. “Y’got so tight after that, ‘s like you want me to cum in you.”

Your mind goes hazy, the only thing bouncing around in that empty brain of yours being the need to make a mess. Just the feeling alone of being used like a toy has your core tightening, the sign of your next orgasm. Tora’s grasp on your cheeks reach lower, the taut sensation of his hand now around your neck. He groans while watching as his cock struggles to fit down your throat. He could virtually grab his phone and record how he’s having his way with you, possibly use it for future reference when he’s alone and missing the warmth you give him.

“Ah shit, I think the little thing’s gonna cum. Is that right?” Keisuke goads, using both hands to pull your faltering hips back up. A tiny mhmm is sounded from your throat and he takes his fingers to rub your clit in tight circles. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he coaxed your orgasm from you, spit dripping from your lips and around Tora’s shaft as a sheer layer of your essence coats the entirety of Keisuke’s cock.

The sight of it all has Tora’s eyes crossing and balls tightening, being the first to shoot his load into your mouth. He gradually slows his movements to a halt, pulling from your mouth to give you a chance to finally breathe. You’re gasping, practically choking when air settles back into your lungs, your body shaking from the overstimulation of Baji inside your heat.

There’s a hard thrust, then another before Baji releases inside you, creating a beautiful mosaic of the messes you both made. Quite the artist, he was.

Before you know it, you’re being manhandled into yet another position, this time being ass up for Kazutora and face to cock with Baji. Just how much stamina do these guys have?

Kazutora’s first to slip in, a more fucked out moan leaving his lips when he observes the way his cock slips easily into your cunt. You’re so fucking wet, he can’t think straight. Baji lines his length up with your lips, shallowly pushing in. “Just the tip, sweetheart. Wanna see if you know how to control yourself.” You wrap your lips around his plush tip, sucking harshly.

Tora finally starts to move. You’re just too fucking wet he can’t help it when he’s already getting carried away, fucking you senseless. Such a mess on his cock, he’s lost.

It was easier to take in as much as Baji prohibited but with the trajectory of Hanemiya’s thrusts, you’re going past your limit.

“Kazutora, slow the fuck down. You got her chokin’ on my cock more than she usually does” Baji hisses out, vexation fueling his arousal. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you’d probably apologize if you could, let the man before you know that you were totally capable of at least trying to keep control. Much to no avail, Kazutora refuses to ease up, instead letting pleasure overrun his senses.

It was loud. The sounds of skin slapping, mixtures of whining and groaning, anyone from outside the door could probably walk past and hear just how cute you sounded getting fucked out your mind. Maybe that’s what they wanted, the whole establishment to know that you weren’t just Bonten’s little slut, but theirs too.

The next few moments whizz by like nothing, your hole getting stuffed for a second time and your tongue met with the acrid flavor of cum. You’re splayed across the bed, heaving for air with fatigue growing inside you hastily. “So, who d’ya think was better? Me or Kei?” It’s that giddy tone that lets you know it’s Kazutora speaking. Both the men seem unaffected from the previous situations yet you're the one left winded. “Both..You both were really, really good.”

Kazutora makes a buzzer-like sound, as if you’d been mistaken in your resolve. “Wrong! There’s only one winner.” Baji scoffs at Kazutora’s antics, checking the time on his phone. “We should probably head out, seems like races’ll start soon.”

“Do me a favor, baby..” Baji’s words hang off the tip of his tongue purposefully as he makes his way to you, standing you up and adjusting your outfit back in place. “Be good and keep our cum stuffed in this tight little hole, or else your boyfriends’ll be real upset.”

He tilts his head in a mocking manner and you nod along.

A quick wave of goodbye and wishes of “good luck!” leave your lips as you finally leave the BajiTora abode. Tonight’s race should be interesting one.

— In the end, it was Kazutora who reigned victorious, leaving Baji to his first defeat. The victor didn’t matter to them, they just enjoyed it; enjoyed being together whenever they could. For sure, Chifuyu would have to hear about this once they get back home.

After your limited experience of waving around a flag while trying to keep your panties from revealing too much, you grew tired, quite frankly. There had to be other things to do once races completed.

“Wonder what Koko’s doing!”

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Soooo indulged myself in some Tiger Hybrid Kazutora content cuz honestly I'm OBSESSED with the idea! So tiger hybrid!Kazutora x Fem!Reader. Smut, mentions of attempted forced breeding, licking a weird amount of licking, knotting, breeding, idk probably some other stuff too. Enjoy 😊

As you walked into Kazutoras small apartment located just off the main house you could hear the sounds of growling and whimpering the moment you opened the front door. "Kazutora?" You called out his name gently, tentatively. In an attempt to announce your arrival into his space.

Walking a bit further into the apartment you found Kazutora, the tiger hybrid was curled up in a ball on the floor. Round fuzzy tiger ears laid flat on his crown of black and blonde hair, his tail wrapped around his body. He was shuddering and barely controlling his breathing. His honey colored eyes were screwed tightly shut. A low growl escaped his throat when he heard your voice, he tried to speak but the words came out a mix of growls and whimpers that were unintelligible. He opened his eyes looking at you with desperation. Like a wounded animal begging for help but unable to verbalize what they needed.

You approached him slowly and cautiously. As you approached you could see he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, pupils blown wide. "Hey, just breathe Kazutora. Take a second and tell me what happened." Your voice was low, soothing, gentle which was like a balm to the tiger hybrids fragile emotional state. Your eyebrows knit together in concern as you looked him over, he was clad in just his sweatpants and the muscles of his torso flexed and contracted violently as he trembled.

Kazutora tried once more to speak and once more his words came out incoherent, nothing but growls and whines. After a moment he managed a shuddering breath, Kazutora already struggled with English a fair amount and his panic was making that worse. "Trainers…tried to force…mate. Drugs...feel different." He managed the words between panting breaths. His claw tipped fingers dug into the carpeted floor beneath him. Tears were streaming down his face as his body shuddered. He looked fragile and scared, despite his large size.

Your hands moved to ever so gingerly flick a few rogue strands of hair from his sweat covered face. "Oh Kazutora." Your voice came out in a sad breath as your fingers delicately ran through the strands of inky black and gold. "Let's get you into your bed ok? It can't be comfortable to lay on the floor." While his body had stiffened at your initial contact, fangs bared and eyes narrowed after a moment he relaxed ever so slightly. The fearful aggression melting off his features, you were his caretaker. You had never hurt him, you were the only human he trusted. "Bed…safe." He mumbled his agreement, moving to stand on trembling limbs as you helped guide him to his bed.

He was quick to collapse into the nest of blankets and curl up within them, his tail once more moving to wrap around his trembling form. He closed his eyes and you could hear a soft purring emanate from him as he relaxed into the mattress and blankets. "You…you stay?" He asked honeyed eyes looking at you in a mixture of fear and hope. He didn't want to be alone, not after all that he'd been through. He hated being isolated. Kept captive. Your heart squeezed a bit at his words, it showed a great deal of trust that he wanted you to stay. You nodded without a moment's hesitation. "I'll stay, don't worry." You soothed as you carefully climbed into the bed beside him. Not getting too close, allowing him distance if that was what he wanted.

Kazutora was quick to snuggle in closer to you, head rested against your shoulder, arms locking into place around your waist as if he was afraid you would simply disappear if he didn't hold onto you. He let out a sigh of relief and allowed his citrine colored eyes to slip closed. His ragged breathing slowly settled out. His tail was still wrapped protectively around his body but it was twitching in a relaxed way, his purring growing a bit louder. "You…are different…from them." his voice was little more than a whispering breath, his face nuzzled firmly into your neck. "You don't hurt." The words came out softer still and your hand moved to slowly reach over and stroke his hair, combing your fingers through the strands. "I won't ever hurt you Kazutora." You murmured reassuringly as his warm breath ghosted across the skin of your shoulder as he held you close.

At your words he sighed contentedly, his body slowly relaxing fully against yours. The pads of his fingers stroked your back, warm breath still tickling across your neck, his purring was like a constant hum that resonated into your very bones. "I…like you." He breathed the words softly. "You smell…nice." His nose brushed against the side of your neck and a small smile crossed your lips. His closeness was comfortable, he had come a long way from the fearful aggressive tiger hybrid you had initially met. "I like you too Kazutora." A small giggle escapes your lips at the odd but sweet compliment. "and I'm very glad you think so." Your fingers continued their soft motions through his hair, gingerly working out any small tangles and knots you came across.

A low growl of contentment rumbled from his throat. He shifted slightly his nose now brushing your cheek. His tongue flickered out to lick the skin there with the slightly rough muscle. "Smell like…flowers…sunlight." He murmured his fangs bared in a half smile as he licked your skin again, his tongue lingering for a moment this time. He seemed to be exploring your scent, analyzing it, and filing it away in his memories. "I like." He practically purred the words. You gave a soft hum as your heart picked up a bit of speed as his tongue grazed across your skin once more, a shiver trembling up your back. Goosebumps raised across your skin. "You're very sweet." You murmured quietly, unsure exactly how to respond to such a compliment but happy that he was content in your company. His purrs only got louder the closer he snuggled and nuzzled into you, his lips brushing against your cheek. "Sweet…like fruit…and honey." He whispered his breath hot against your ear as he ever so slightly licked the shell of your ear causing another shiver to spark across your body. He seemed utterly enraptured by your scent and was trying to explore it with all his senses. "Want more." He said in a low growly sounding whisper. You didn't think much of it, deciding the action was actually rather adorable. Despite being a large man in size he was acting like an adorable and curious tiger the more he nuzzled, licked, and snuggled into you. "More?" You inquired softly. "That's fine." Anything that would bring him a small piece of comfort in this moment you were more than happy to give to him.

Kazutora took your permission and nuzzled further into your neck, tracing the line of your jaw with his rough tongue. He licked your soft skin in slow lazy strokes. Savoring the taste of you on his tongue as he let out a low rumbling growl. "Tastes…so good." He murmured moving so his lips now hovered just above yours his tongue flickered out to lick your lower lip. He hesitated for a moment before his tongue traced along the seam of your lips, asking for permission. Your breathing hitched slightly, suddenly keenly aware of how intimate this moment was in all actuality. But after a moment your lips parted and his mouth pressed against yours a soft moan fell from his mouth and into your own. His body pressing closer into you as he deepened the kiss, his rough tongue exploring your mouth, gently coaxing your tongue to play with his. One of your hands moved to cup his cheek as his own hands wandered across your back gently kneading your muscles. The touch was gentle but firm. His purring left your body tingling pleasantly from head to toe. Nibbling on your lower lip, his fangs scraping the soft skin as his hands firmly held your hips. Kazutoras tongue entwined with yours in a sensual dance. His fingers traced the curves and dips of your hips.

He felt as though he were catching fire under your touch, his body heating up, purrs increasing in volume. His tail twitched with excitement and he didn't want to let go of you but he broke the kiss to gasp for air. Both of your faces were a bit flushed as you tried to catch your breath. "Want you…want…breed. Please…" his voice was a husky whisper filled with longing and lust as he once more nuzzled into your neck inhaling your scent deeply as if trying to imprint it into his lungs. "Kazutora-" his hot breath ghosting across your neck left you feeling tingly and dizzy. You weren't entirely sure how you should respond. While you could feel that your underwear were already damp with your arousal you didn't want to take advantage of the situation, of him. You were all too aware that Kazutora craved closeness, contact, and that the drugs his trainers had given him earlier had likely only heightened those desires. You didn't want to feel as if you'd taken advantage of him in a moment of vulnerability.

Kazutora sensed your hesitation, he pulled himself away, eyes filled with confusion and hurt. His body which had been hot and eager just a moment ago had now gone tense and cold. His ears were flattened to his head and his tail lashed out like a whip. "You…don't want…me?" He asked quietly his voice barely contained the hurt he felt in his heart and he felt tears stinging his honey colored eyes. His lower lip quivered. "I…am not…good enough?" His voice quavered with emotion and you felt your heart sink to your guts. Panic and worry consumed you entirely. "I do, I do want you. A lot you're more than good enough Kazutora I just-" you took a breath trying to think of the best way to verbalize you feelings. "I don't want to take advantage of you. Of the situation. I care about you. I want to be sure this is genuinely what you want." Your eyes scanned his, seeking out the comprehension as he looked into your eyes for a long moment. He was assessing your words, he tried to speak and his voice was still shaky. "Want this…want you…fill you…with cubs…my cubs." His voice was thick with desire as he leaned forward to nuzzle into your neck once again. "Please. Want closer…more." His words sent a bolt of heat directly to your core, a soft whine leaving your throat as you felt your underwear dampen a bit more with slick. Pleasant sparks running through your body as his nose nuzzled against your pulse point. "You're sure? This is what you want?" Your heart sped up in your chest, breeding for hybrids was particularly intimate. Kazutoras desire to give you his cubs meant more than having a baby in the traditional human sense. It was a mate bond, something that was deeply intimate and personal, it would span a mated pairs entire life. Kazutora was quick to nod his head, amber eyes bright with need as he kissed your neck. His claws scratched your back lightly eliciting a shiver and a whimpered moan from you, he was entirely lost in the moment. "Yes, want mate. Want cubs." He murmured his breath hot against your skin as his tongue once again licked at the sensitive skin of your throat. His fangs were ever so deliciously dragging across the skin of your collarbones. "Yours…claim…mine." He practically growled, that was all the consent you required and your hand slipped to palm at his erection through the fabric of his pants. His hips bucked against your hand, his pants growing tighter at the contact. "Then I'm all yours Kazutora." His eyes lit up with an almost feral gleam and he practically ripped his pants down in one swift motion. His thick member sprang free, fully erect and already dripping with precum. He panted fangs bared and he growled a low primal sound that resonated through the room and sent a thrill through your body. "Mine. My mate…breed…mine." He growled the words as he pushed you back into the bed, his hands roaming your body. Kazutoras claws made quick work of your clothing, lacking any patience to actually remove them. His tail coiled around your leg and he licked your neck again, marking you with his scent. "Mine." He growled again and the word sent a particular heat through your body.

Now entirely stripped down and exposed under his amber eyed gaze, your pussy leaking syrupy slick as a slight shiver of anticipation rolled through your body. Kazutora couldn't help but to purr loudly as he looked over your completely nude form. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with lust and desire as he took it all in from your look to your scent. He leaned forward his tongue slowly tracing the outline of your hips causing you to wriggle slightly as your sex throbbed and ached for his touch. He slowly worked his way down to your pussy lips and licked a thick stripe savoring the taste of your slick. With his face now buried between your legs as you gasped sharply at the sensation you'd been craving for. "So sweet." He murmured before he pushed his tongue into your weeping sex lapping at your inner walls. Exploring every inch of your cunt with his tongue as you choked on your moans and writhed at the feeling on his tongue lapping inside of your trembling heat. Kazutora purred loudly, pleased with your reactions to his touch, his tail flickered around your legs as his claws dug into the sheets as if anchoring himself to the bed. "Kazutora~" you mewled his name as your own hands twisted up the bed sheets. He was clearly savoring every single drop of your slick, his eyes closed as he purred against you rutting his stiff cock into the mattress in order to gain some relief from the throbbing ache. A rumble emanated from his chest as you cried his name in pleasure. His cock ached for release but he wanted you to cum first. He increased his pace, moving his tongue to flick across your clit causing you to arch your back off the mattress as he suckled on the tender bud, his fangs grazing across your slick folds. His body was tense with need. "So good…my mate." He growled as he slid a finger inside of you being mindful of his claws as he matched the rhythm of his tongue with his finger creating a steady pace of thrusting and rubbing causing you to writhe and keen in pleasure. You were an absolute mess under his touch, the coil inside you had already built to a feverish level. "Cum for me…for your mate." You arched into the touch, chasing the sensation and craving for more than just his finger inside of you. "Kazu-Kazutora nngh, ah!" You could hardly form words as you came absolutely undone. A whiny, shivering, moaning mess. Your hole gushed syrupy slick as you came hard onto the digit that pumped inside of you.

Kazutora wasted no time at all to lick up your juices and he moaned loudly, his cock leaking precum as he nuzzled your pussy lapping up your slick and inhaling your smell. Satisfied with your response he pulled away crawling up your body, his cock brushing against your pussy. Kazutoras honey colored eyes locked onto yours filled with lust and he kissed you deeply. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as it invaded your mouth with hunger. You mewled into his mouth as he kissed you. "Mine…want breed…give you my cubs." He whispered between kisses, his hips grinding his cock against your pussy, his body burned with passion. "Yes please, please breed me. Want your cubs. Please." You keened and whined desperately, your body hot and aching. Eyes half lidded and hazy from your prior orgasm. Kazutora was quick to listen to your pleas his ears perking up as he growled with satisfaction. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed his cock slowly into your slick pussy. Your hands flew up to grab his shoulder as you let out a sharp moan. He groaned loudly as he felt the warm walls of your cunt clench up around his member. He began to move his hips in a slow steady rhythm each thrust making him plunge deeper inside of you. His claws dug into the sheets, his breathing labored. Your head pushed back into the pillows as your body arched and moved into his strokes, practically feeling him in your womb as ragged breaths and pants left your mouth. "So good, so tight." His tail was thrashing around, a testament to his arousal as his cock slipped in and out of your pussy with ease. "S'big Tora, s'good." You slurred and choked on your words, his cock practically crushing your ability to speak. A low growl escaped his throat. "Mine, breed you…make cubs." His voice was ragged and low as he continued thrusting into you at a near animalistic pace. "Yours ah, yours all yours! Want you just you, please please please!" Each of his thrusts was punctuated by your cries. Your pussy practically trying to suck him in. Your body was a live wire crackling with lust and need.

Kazutora growled loudly, his mind focused solely on breeding you and filling you with his cubs. His tongue licked your neck again, his fangs scraping across your skin. His growling and purrs got louder with each thrust and he pulled out of you after a moment. A soft whine emanated from your lips as he withdrew his cock from you and you were suddenly left feeling empty and aching. "Come on…hands and knees." He said between ragged breaths his eyes burning with lust and his cock rock hard. "Take you from behind." You were all too eager to comply with his request. Getting on your hands and knees on the bed causing him to groan in pleasure at the sight of you, your pussy soaking wet and dripping with slick. "Please Tora, need you inside me." You mewled and whined desperate for him to fill you up once again. His cock still rock hard was quick to angle against your entrance as he slammed himself inside of you to the base. You bit the pillow to muffle your screamed moan as he pounded into you and didn't stop. His hips slapping hard against your ass, his balls slapping against your clit. Kazutora growled fangs bared. "Yes, so hot…tight." He snarled as he buried his cock into you repeatedly, his hips snapping in almost feral fashion. You were a mess, biting the pillow to muffle the lewd noises streaming from your mouth. He was rough, the grip on your hips was bruising and his claws left marks in the skin. His tongue licked your spine, lapping up the bit of sweat that had built up there. "Mine…want cubs…yours, mine." His voice was thick with desire as the sounds of skin slapping skin, and both of your lewd cries filled the room. His heavy balls slapping your clit causing you to nearly vibrate with pleasure. You could feel the coil of your orgasm rapidly being wound to the point of snapping. Kazutora was grunting from the effort he was exerting, he was close to his own release and he could tell by the fluttering of your cunt around his length that you were too. It was overwhelming and as you clenched around him particularly hard he slammed deep with a growl his cock dumping a copious amount of cum inside of you. His knot forming, locking him inside of you pushed you over your own edge. Vision going white from pleasure as you moaned and wailed into the pillow you were holding. Kazutora was purring loudly, his claws still dug into your hips but slowly loosening their grip as your walls milked out the last bits of cum from him. "All mine. Filled you…with my cubs." He managed to pant out as you both collapsed onto the bed. Kazutora was still on top of you, his knot still holding his seed deep inside of you to ensure it would take. He leaned in to nuzzle your neck lovingly. "My mate, bred with you. All mine." His words were filled with satisfaction, love, and possessiveness. You were still panting and gasping for air, vision still hazy from your orgasm. "Love you, love you so much." The words fell from you breathlessly and Kazutora purred loudly kissing your neck gently. His honey colored eyes filled with love and adoration. "Love you, my mate." He murmured feeling his knot slowly beginning to go down he pulled out slowly making sure his cum stayed inside. He pulled you into his embrace kissing your forehead tenderly. "You rest. Need rest, for the cubs." His instincts were in overdrive, telling him to make sure you did as little as possible now that he'd given you his seed. Ensuring you would mother healthy cubs. A soft hum left your lips, already half conscious due to the exhaustion of having been so thoroughly fucked. The feeling of him wrapped around you in a protective and loving embrace; with his tail coiling around your leg to anchor you to him. You fell quickly and easily into sleep. Kazutora kissed your cheek softly holding you close as his honey colored eyes also drifted closed and he fell into what was the most peaceful sleep the tiger hybrid had ever had, next to the human he loved.

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— LIGHT MY LOVE

⨳ WARNINGS. fem!reader, sex!worker reader, virgin!kazutora, creampie, handjob, kazutora finally loses his virginity on his birthday

⨳ WORD COUNT. 3.3k

⨳ NOTE. in celebration of kazutora’s birthday, here’s the final fic of kazutember hehe <3

DISTANT HUMS of music through the walls and thick clouds of perfume invade kazutora’s senses as steps in from the darkness of the street, to the dim aura of the lobby. it’s inconspicuous— passing for any other hotel on the higher end of business with bright marble floors that lead to a lone receptionist hidden behind her desk at the end of the room. a chandelier dangles above his head, sprinkling shards of light across the streaks of blonde in his hair that’s already beaded with a nervous sweat the more he thinks about his decision.

kazutora glances to the staircase beside him, wondering just how many people have ventured up them— what kind of people. who frequents establishments like this, he thinks. people like him? people desperate to be touched— desperate to feel the gravity of another person? is it people like him— virgins— that trudge their bodies up those same stairs with the shame and guilt of their inexperience? or worse, pigs. men who view these girls as objects— items at their fingertips ready to be used just to fulfill their desire for power.

kazutora shudders at the thought— he’s all too familiar with the type, and the stacking tension of his doubt weighs heavy on his conscience the more time he dwells in his decision until the receptionist clears her throat from behind the counter to get his attention.

“is there anything I can do for you tonight, sir?” she asks, as her voice forces him to approach the desk with hidden eyes.

“I—” kazutora stumbles on his words, desperately reaching for a proper sentence from somewhere in his throat. “I want t-to—”

“to book a room?” she finishes his sentence with impatience as kazutora’s fingers tremble in his pockets.

“y-yeah.. please…”

the receptionist's fingers click against the keyboard at a pace that nearly overwhelms him, and he can’t help but struggle to swallow as he watches the screen light up her face until she turns to look at him again.

“did you have anyone in particular you would like to book? we have limited availability this evening for walk ins, but I can see what I can do for you for an extra fee, and I will need to see your ID so I can enter it into the system.”

“I—” he stops, unsure of how exactly to respond. he’s never done this before— never even thought of it, and all he wants is for it all to be over and done with so he can get out of there. “— no”

“very well, I can reserve the next available spot for you for an extra $200, otherwise our waitlist carries over to the weekend for our highest tier of girls. is that okay?”

his head feels fuzzy the more he sits in the thickness of the air, and the click of heels in the loft above only ignites his nerves until his skin is hot and glossy with sweat.

“yeah, wh-whatever. that’s fine” he stutters, as he digs in his pocket for the wad of cash he had just taken from an atm down the street.

every single penny of his savings, all thrown into one night. one hour, if he was lucky. in all honesty, he had wished that there was a shorter reservation as the anxiety in his chest bubbles into his throat and chokes his words from slipping past his lips.

“h-here” he whispers, sliding the cash across the desk for the receptionist to take.

her nails filter through the bills, counting quietly under her breath before dropping the stack in a bill counter and returning to her computer as the machine sorts and confirms her counting.

“very well” she repeats the phrase again, and kazutora feels like he could be in a movie. “your escort should be ready for you shortly.”

minutes pass like hours as he stares at the floor, knee bouncing with the anxiety that comes every time he hears the click of heels against the floors. people come and go— some with reservations, some loud and obnoxious that are turned away the second they pass by the security at the doors.

the more kazutora waits and observes his surroundings, the more he starts to question himself, and wonder what kind of a person he’s reducing himself to as he waits with an anxious desperation for a girl he’s never met.

was this really the way he wanted to lose it? was this the right time? years spent in reform school and jail had put him so far behind his peers— so desperate and needy to feel the relief and the satisfaction of finally being on their level, with nothing left to tease. but was this the way it was going to go for him? was this what he’s become? his thoughts swirl in his brain and push the anxiety further to the front of his conscience until a soft and sultry voice pulls him from his delusions.

“kazutora?” you hum, leaning down to get a better look at his hunched over figure ridden with nerves.

you hold back a smile as you watch him scramble to stand. he’s taller than you, like most, but his stature feels small at that. his arms cling to his sides and his hair falls in front of his face to hide the worried expression that furrows his brows. there’s no denying he’s a virgin, and part of you feels a sense of relief seeing the sense of intimidation in his body as he bows.

“this way” you whisper, grabbing his wrist and pulling him behind you up the staircase to your room.

a knot forms in kazutora’s throat as he follows you up the stairs, and you let his arm drop to his side as you approach the numbered room you’d been assigned for the evening. a key card in your hand unlocks the door, and you motion for him to go first as you close the door behind you.

the room is dark, lit only by a faint flicker of candles and ambient lamps placed strategically around the room. the bed is perfectly made, and various toys and products line the walls around you.

excited isn’t the word to describe the feelings that course through kazutora’s mind. he’s overwhelmed the more he looks, and yet he still refuses to glance your way even as you sit on the end of the bed and smooth out the creases in your black satin robe.

“sit” you motion, patting the bed beside you.

kazutora moves hesitantly and sits on the very end of the bed with distance between you. his head stays down, eyes averted to the floor as you watch his body language and analyze his movements. you’d dealt with nerves before— but nothing quite like this. you almost wondered if he even wanted to be there, or if he was being forced to.

as you open your mouth to speak again, kazutora’s quiet voice stops you before a word comes out.

“I— I’m sorry I—” he stutters, clasping his clammy hands together as you watch him with a sense of pity.

“I’m getting paid regardless— no need to be sorry” you giggle, trying to lighten the mood to no avail. “you wanna do this?” you ask, delicately trying your best to pry into his motives. “you don’t have to do anything, y’know”

“no I—” he stops, letting out a sigh before fixing his posture just enough for you to see his eyes that glow under the dim lights of the room. “I want to.. it’s just..”

“you’ve never done this before? is that it?”

kazutora’s eyes widen at your accusation— was it that obvious? was he making that much of a fool of himself in front of you that you could tell that easily?

“h-how could you tell..” he asks with a hint of shame in his voice.

“been doin’ this for long enough to know— not that long, but long enough.” you laugh, and watch as his shoulders ease. “besides, you’re sittin’ there nearly drenched in sweat and can’t even get a proper sentence out, so it’s pretty obvious”

he doesn’t know how to respond— the knot returns to his throat and his brain stumbles to find the words to reply, but no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t do it. instead, his fingers clasp together in his lap and his knee starts to bounce with nerves once again. is he supposed to do something? is he supposed to initiate it? is he allowed to touch you? all his doubts flood his mind as he sits under your gaze, sure that his anxiety will make him explode at any second.

you almost feel bad for him, watching him struggle like this. it’s pitiful to say the least, but for once in your lifetime, there’s a sense of attraction you feel towards him.

he’s not like your other clients— he’s not drunk on power, or desperte to use you as his toy. he doesn’t force his hand on you, or look at you with a dirty objectifying gaze. and sure, he might be buying your time, but kazutora feels different than the rest, and it’s the kind of different you’ve been craving since you entered this line of work.

“listen” you hum with a voice now filled with a genuine care towards him. “just sit back against the bed and relax, m’kay?”

you wait for him to respond, and he nods as he shifts himself back to the headboard of the bed.

“I’ll do all the work for you— all you gotta do is tell me if you want me to stop, ‘n if it feels good. can you do that for me?” you ask, watching his eyes that glisten and stare back at you with innocence.

kazutora only nods as he gulps and tries his very best to relax for you, though his idea of relaxation doesn’t exactly fit the standard definition. instead, his head presses against the headboard and his eyes squeeze shut as he grips the sheets— waiting with anticipation for your touch.

part of you wants to tease him— to edge his nerves and withhold the fun solely for your entertainment. but kazutora is a virgin, and something about him drives your desire to make his first time better than anything he’ll ever get again.

your lips catch the small talk that comes like second nature— nights and nights of mindless conversations as you work have dug a routine in your brain, but your body senses the nature of your client and the nerves that rest beneath his skin, and you know well enough that this isn’t the time for distractions.

“you’re pretty” you whisper, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ears as he nearly shivers from your touch alone.

kazutora isn’t sure what to make of it— is he supposed to be pretty? is that a good thing? part of him feels emasculated and embarrassed, almost pitiful— and yet part of him feels a warmth in his chest that courses through his body and leaves a hint of blush on his cheeks the more your praise hits his ears.

“I—” he stutters, letting fluster fill his voice as your fingers trace a line down his neck and down to his chest. he can feel the surges of energy that drag with your fingertips, lighting tiny fires across his skin and raising the hairs on his arms just enough for you to giggle with satisfaction.

the clients that frequent your room have always been pushy— they demand what they want from you, treat you like their personal toy to have their fun with and leave behind in the dust until the next time a big win at the casino drives their arousal. kazutora is a breath of fresh air— a change of pace, and a change of control no less.

something about the way he submits to his fluster so easily brings a sense of genuine excitement for once in your life, and you find yourself craving the electricity of his excitement the more your hands wander across his body.

your legs straddle his waist now as your hands travel and explore. what was once heavy breaths ridden with a tremble are now quick and shallow as you skim across his belt and slowly undo the latch. kazutora’s hands grip the sheets beneath him as a smirk crosses your face, and he can’t help but whimper when you finally give him what he wants.

“f—” he starts, dropping his chin to his chest as your hand wraps around his cock while the other tugs at the waistband of his pants just enough to let your hand pump his length in gentle slow strokes. “I—”

you quiet him with a kiss— one that’s filled with sparks of adrenaline that transfer between you light tiny strikes of lightning. the sense of desire you’ve been chasing your whole life— the whirlpool of excitement and desperation as you indulge yourself in his lips and the taste of his nerves on yours makes it hard for you to control yourself, forgetting that kazutora is no more than a virgin as you stroke his cock faster and faster.

kazutora can’t contain his moans much longer— he’s a whimpering mess as you keep him pressed against your chest, but it only drives your desire further over the edge of your composure.

“feels good, huh?” you coo, slowing your hand just enough to let him catch his breath and nod. “gonna give you what you really want, m’kay?”

with wide eyes, he stares back at you and swallows the knot in his throat as you wait for his approval. it all feels so real— he feels like he knows you, and kazutora doesn’t need to convince himself that he wants you more than anything in this moment.

“y-yes please…” he stutters, averting his gaze with embarrassment as a sort of shyness takes control of his thoughts as he watches you toy with the hem of the silky slip that sits just above your knees.

his gaze is unwavering— focused completely on the way your body moves against his, and for the first time in a while you feel heat begin to rise on your cheeks. watching the way he’s so enamored with you, as if you’re a butterfly mounted in a cage, brings a wave of embarrassment before the rush hits. but emotions have never been your strong suit— nevermind embarrassment, and you brush it away the only way you know how.

fluttering your eyes shut, you pull the hem of your slip to you hips, and shift your body until his cock teases your folds and his breaths quicken as a sense of panic falls on his features. his eyes are even wider than before, and you guide his hands to your hips where he grips onto you and tries his very best to ignore the desperation he feels towards you.

he wants to feel you so badly— he wants to please you. to make you feel the way you make him feel. he knows it's unrealistic— that he’s just another stack of money to you. but he can pretend, can’t he? he can pretend you want him as much as he doesn. he can pretend you crave him the way he craves you. he can pretend, until the warmth of your walls wraps around his cock and takes his breath away.

“that’s it, pretty boy” you hum, feeling the familiar tingle that spreads across your skin. he’s just a client, and yet the way his brow furrows as you sink down his length makes your heart race, and you can’t help but pull him flush against your chest with a desire-driven kiss.

your body moves on its own, bouncing up and down as you dig your fingers into his shoulders the deeper his cock hits, and your whimpers roll off your tongue far too easily than you ever thought they could.

he brushes you off at first, too overwhelmed by the sweetness of you cunt that sucks him in and makes his cock ache with pleasure. he brushes away your moans and the grip of your nails in his skin until his eyes regain their focus, and he sees the way your eyes roll back with every roll of your hips. that’s when his head begins to blur and his vision spins as his hands travel up your back and hold you close against his chest.

“I want—” he stops, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his grip on your body is tight enough that you can’t move. “I wanna… make you cum”

the tail of his words are spoken in a whisper, but it’s enough to ignite a fire in your chest as your clit throbs and tingles with the vibrations of his voice against your skin.

it’s been too long since you’ve heard those words, and the way his eyes flicker and glow with a pure sense of desire that makes you believe him, even when you know you shouldn’t.

but having him hold you down on his cock, desperate for him to fuck you even without realizing his effect, nearly makes you beg and your fingers tangle themselves in his hair as you try your hardest to shift in his lap.

“I just—” he stutters again, hiding his embarrassment against your skin as he continues. “I don’t… know wha—”

you stop him before he can finish, too wrapped up in the moment to let his nerves get the best of him and you push away from his hold just enough to press your lips against his in another frantic kiss.

words aren’t needed as his eyes flutter shut, and kazutora presses his forehead to yours as his hips move slow at first, then faster and faster until the drag of his cock hits every sweet spot within your walls.

he feels too good— like a wave of euphoria that crashes over your mind and you can’t keep your moans from slipping and catching between his lips the more he thrusts. his hands keep you steady as his cock forces itself deeper and deeper until his high is too close for his own composure.

with knit brows, kazutora searches for your lips to ground him as he tries his best to hold on just for you. but the more he waits the more frantic he gets, and his calculated thrusts grow sloppy and desperate and his body starts to tremble.

you can feel the anticipation bubbling in his chest— you can feel it drive his cock against your sweet spot, dragging in and out until your words are a jumbled mess and you can barely even see straight. your moans drown each other out, and you beg to be closer to him— to have more and more of him even when there’s nothing left to take. your bodies are pressed against one another chest to chest, foreheads the same and your lips only part from each other long enough to whimper to the other for more.

you’ve never felt this kind of desperation— this sense of fulfillment and desire from every drag of his cock down your velvet walls. you’ve never felt yourself ache for more when he stops, or beg for him to keep going when he slows his pace and catches his breath. you’ve always been so focused on the client— so focused on their pleasure, that you forgot what it felt like to be cared about. to feel that satisfaction of control.

but even still, you want more. you need more, and kazutora’s desperation bleeds through your auras and taints your mind the longer his thrusts take and the deeper he fucks you. your head is already spinning— already filled with euphoria waiting to be released as your hips stutter and grind against him.

kazutora whimpers— letting the sweetness of his moans push you to the edge until he’s begging you to let him cum.

“p-please I—” he stutters, eyes welling with tears as he pulls you closer. “w-wanna c-cum inside you” he whines, though his words barely phase you anymore. you can only nod— desperate for him to fill you up with the pleasure you’ve been craving since you first felt his cock in your hands.

kazutora whimpers with your approval, letting instinct take over as his hips snap against you, forcing his cock even deeper than before until your own composure begins to unravel. you barely notice the way kazutora can barely keep himself together, letting his hips move beyond his control. your fingers tremble for the first time, and his cock kisses your sweet spot over and over as he fills you up with his cum that oozes and drips down his length inside you.

warmth spreads across your body— it makes your head spin as kazutora whimpers against your neck and your walls tighten around him.

“fuck—” he curses, throwing his head back as your body stutters and clenches around him harder than before. “so— so—” he stutters, struggling to keep himself together.

bliss coats your mind and fogs your vision— you can barely see the way kazutora watches you with awe as you gasp for breath and teeter over the edge of your pleasure, but you can feel it in the way his hands explore your body as he keeps you stable against him.

“y-you—” you struggle to find the words through your heavy breaths. “you feel so— so fucking good”

a blush tints his cheeks as he looks away, now embarrassed at the sight of his cum pooling on the satin sheets below you. but despite his shame, he can’t help but notice the way your body glistens under the light, and glows with the satisfaction of your high.

“what” you start, raising a brow as you come back to your centre and keep your body relaxed, still keeping his cock warm inside you. “you got a problem?”

kazutora’s blush deepens as he looks away, struggling to find the words to answer.

“I— no I— it’s— it’s just—”

“well? spit it out pretty boy” you tease, giggling as he looks away with indignity.

“did I make you….you know….”

something about the way his voice shakes makes your cheeks hot, and you look away with the same expression of shame that sits on kazutora’s face— a feeling you’ve never felt like this at work before.

“I…” you pause, smiling as you look down to hide your embarrassment. “yeah, you did”

kazutora’s eyes light up almost immediately, and they widen as he stares at your shaky body on top of him with shock.

“well then…” you hum, carefully lifting yourself off his lap and trying your best to keep your professionalism as you shift yourself to the bed beside him. “if you ever need anything, come to me. m’kay?”

a shy smile pins his heart on his sleeve as he nods and looks to the opposite wall, waiting as you wrap yourself in the silky robe stuck to the sheets.

“oh, and happy birthday, kazutora”

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[manjibunny]

Head empty, thinking about driving late at night with Kazutora. You have complete control over the aux, so of course you blasted "Emo boy" by Ayesha Erotica. As you chanted "Come on, fuck me, emo boy", you were eying your hot friend, trying to get a reaction out of him. Nothing. His eyes trained on the street ahead and his face remaining neutral, he didn't even seem to take notice of your vulgar exclamation. A defeated sigh left your lips. Of course he wouldn't budge, you thought bitterly. You've been trying to hint at him that you wanted more from him, but Kazutora just wouldn't get it.

But you didn't notice his knuckles turning white from the hard grip he had on the steering wheel. Kazutora wasn't dumb, he knew when you tried to flirt with him, but his (thinning) self restraint wouldn't allow him to pull his car to the side of the empty street. His self restraint wouldn't allow him to push his seat back, and as much as he wanted to order you to sit on his lap and grind against his growing bulge, he just couldn't. Not now at least. Unwilling to risk his friendship with you, he was willing to put his desire aside. But once he's sure you're feeling the same way about him as he feels towards you? He'd be ready to give you all of him - and that would be more than 11 inches.

Crazy Kazutora lady tag: @osamwah

#as we see I associate Kazutora with music aihsuish #help it's almost midnight and I wrote this on a study break 😭 #aight we going back #mdni! #divider by @/ #animatedglittergraphics-n-more #kazutora x reader smut #tr smut #kazutora smut #kazutora x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader

[strawberryfairi]

Back When I Knew You

“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader🤎 🛑Content: 18+, Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

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CHAPTER 1: WRONG DOOR

There's probably not a single person in this world that hasn't experienced what you have.

Especially, when there's a person in your life that has a special place in your heart that's no longer there. You live off the memories, those sweet moments that as time passes, begin to feel like a dream you struggle to hold on to. The memories blur together sometimes, but the feelings attached never die. For some, even the arguments and moments where you couldn't stand them become precious too. That's you. Now at twenty five, you've quite obviously moved on, not letting the lingering thoughts and questions get to you too much.

Today is Saturday, a gloomy weekend, but a weekend nonetheless. This entire week had been nothing but light rain and cloudy skies, as a hurricane was passing along the coast a ways from where you live. It was transition season, that phase where we adjust from summer to autumn. Remnants of the previous season fade out, leaving behind crisp air, cold breezes, and longer nights. It's the morning, so you go in the kitchen to start your usual home routine.

You begin with the dishes, quickly getting to work on those and finishing in no time, then set the kettle on the stove to make some decaf coffee. You haven't been much of a coffee drinker ever, but sometimes you get so hooked on the flavor for a while that you can't help but make some a few days in a row. Heart palpitations made coffee an issue for you, along with other caffeinated drinks, but a few cups of decaf couldn't hurt. The kitchen is connected to the living room, which has a nice sized flat screen tv. You turn on Spotify through the tv, deciding to start the morning extremely tranquil with some chillhop and lo-fi music.

Sometimes there's mornings where you know exactly what you want to eat for breakfast, and other times, like today, it's nothing but a question mark. As you stood in the kitchen sifting through breakfast ideas, a few gentle knocks catches your attention over the music. Your brows furrow. It's not usual someone comes to your apartment without first telling you in advance.

You prepared yourself to open the door and tell the person they have the wrong door, as it's normal sometimes for people to confuse their friend or family member's apartment number for another. "One second!" You called out in an unintentionally sing-songy way. You still had on your pajama shorts set and light pink satin bonnet on, but answered the door nonetheless. It's your place anyways. You opened the door a crack, giving the person on the other side a small smile, speaking with a soft and kind tone of voice.

"Hi, I-

Whatever sentence you had come up with in your head instantly evaporated. You stood completely frozen, heart racing. The door was only open just a bit, but you immediately recognized the face in front of you.

He stood there, eyes wide, lips slightly parted just like you. You blinked rapidly as nine thousand different emotions and thoughts coursed through you.

"Hey, it's-...it's been a while." His tone was so soft, so cautious.

His voice was just the same, but much deeper now. He still has the same big eyes, tiger tattoo, and earring just like before, too. It was highly overwhelming..and very confusing. You felt like you were looking at a ghost, a mirage, or some sort of mythical creature in front of you. Suddenly, every memory of the past became crystal clear, as if it all happened just months ago as opposed to years. Everything that you locked away came surging back like a wave you had your back towards, colliding with you and taking you under in just seconds.

Flashback

10 Years Ago

Moving to Japan was an odd experience to say the least. After your father cheated on your mom, she decided that was the last straw with him, and took you and just up and moved to Japan. She's always loved Japan ever since you all went on a two and a half week long vacation when you were too young to even remember. Your older brother of five years has been off to college for some years now back in the states, playing basketball while studying undergrad in business communications.

As for you, it's about three months into the school year in Japan.

"Morning!" Your friend Yumi called out in a sing-song tone.

"Heeey!" You and your other mutual friend Asuka sang back, smiling brightly with a small wave. Yumi made her way over to the both of you, her expression looking as if she had been waiting to tell us something all night.

"Guys! I have something crazy to tell you!" She beams right on cue. This was a regular occurence with her. She was your teapot and you two were gladly her cups, taking in whatever gossip she had to say with excitement every single time, without fail.

"What? Another cute boy passed you by on your way home from school again?" You teased. Asuka and you giggled lightly at Yumi's reaction, a cute pout and narrowed eyes.

"No! But it is about a boy, though!" She started, her tone lowering so others around us walking towards the same school wouldn't hear. "So, I heard these other girls talking yesterday on the way home from school saying some boy at our school is in a gang! But then! They were also saying he's like super hot, like, smokin' hot." She finishes with a wide, mischievous grin.

"Smokin' hot?" You raised an amused brow. "Just as smokin' hot as that dude that sits in front of you in history?" You chuckled.

"Ahhhh, Harada-kun." She swooned before turning serious again. "Well, I've never actually seen this guy myself, but I don't think those girls would talk about a delinquent so openly like that unless he really was attractive." She smiled wide.

"At our school though? If he's at our school wouldn't we have seen him by now? He must not be that cute if we've never noticed." Asuka chimed in, her expression clearly showing she didn't believe Yumi.

"Exactly! That's literally what I was thinking." You add. Yumi tsk's to herself, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Well see that's the thing, since he's a delinquent it's not too often he shows up to school. We'll have to just wait until there's some kind of commotion about 'em, I guess." She shrugs nonchalantly.

You scrunched your face up, not really buying this whole mysterious, hot, gang boy thing right along with Asuka. This could very well be just another case of the rumor mill. There's always some talk about gang boys this and gang boys that, but who knows at this point which stuff is actually true?

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At school, you don't necessarily call yourself popular, but you are pretty well known. You stand out like a sore thumb anyways having big afro textured hair, dark brown skin, and an American accent as heavy as an expensive fur coat. Some admired your uniqueness while others, usually some of the girls, looked at you with distaste and jealousy. Attention from guys was never an issue for you as it was always someone who wanted to "try you out". Aside from the fuckboy type, there were also some sweethearts that just genuinely liked you, but usually they were always too afraid to make a move. So you moved through high school life fairly unbothered, sticking to the friends you do have and trying to keep your grades as high as possible.

The day went on as usual, pretty boring, and absolutely zero sign of a "smokin' hot gang boy" as Yumi mentioned earlier that morning. Math was annoying and confusing, history was interesting, and music was the best part of the day, same as always.

But it wasn't until the late evening, while on your way home from purchasing a few items your mom had asked you to pick up from the nearby grocery store, that things started to get...intriguing.

"Oi! What's a cute lil thing like you doing out by yourself?"

The voice of a guy, seemingly college aged, made your heart practically stop. Unfortunately, you were quite used to this. Guys always loved to hit on girls when they were alone and vulnerable. Usually you and your friends walk together for as long as y'all can manage before having to part ways after school. They were no longer with you to help ward off the guy trying to make an advance.

"I'm just heading home." You respond, keeping your voice composed yet slightly stern so he understood clearly that you weren't down for any games tonight.

"Oh yeah? How 'bout I walk with you? Make sure nobody else comes to try and steal you away from me." He suggested smugly, grinning down at you. This guy was tall, and looked at you with nothing but lust.

"Oh, no thank you; I'll be alright-

"Come oooon, don't be like that, sweetheart! You could come with me; it'll be fun." He reached out for your arm holding the plastic grocery bag.

Your heart started racing. Now this wasn't normal, not usual in the slightest. You were used to guys approaching you and being persistent, but never have you experienced a guy continue to come onto you so aggressively even though you've already declined. Your eyes widened, trying to remain calm as best as you can. Freaking out definitely won't help deescalate a situation like this. The man could be drunk or armed for all you know.

"Please, let go. I don't wanna go with you, ok?" You asserted, keeping your shaky voice as stable as possible. He chuckled dryly, pulling you by the arm, the force was so strong you lost your balance. Your head came right into contact with his chest as his other arm wrapped around your waist. Your grocery bag fell out of your hand in result, some items spilling out unceremoniously.

"Why you fightin' so hard? High school girls like you always wanna-

"Stop! Let go!" You trembled, using your free hand to push yourself away from him by the chest. By this point you were starting to hyperventilate, fear of being raped or kidnapped overtaking your mind. Your eyes searched around the area, hoping maybe someone was around to see or even hear what was happening and come through on your behalf.

"I don't wanna go with you!" You cry out in English, voice cracking as involuntary tears welled up in your eyes. A fight or flight response kicked in within you, causing you to become way more forceful with trying to get out of his grip. He grunted in frustration, holding you tighter while backing you up into an alleyway behind a corner store. Noises of struggle blended with small sobs and cries as you struggled.

This was it, he was definitely going to rape you.

Your heart could barely keep up with the way you were hyperventilating, causing it to work overtime to make sure blood was pumping and enough oxygen flowed through you. If you kept up like this, you'd surely pass out. The grocery bag was long gone, abandoned somewhere on the vacant sidewalk. The older man shoved you to the ground, causing your head to make contact roughly. One small scream was all that you could get out before he quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, the other making quick work to yank your uniform open. Buttons popped off, flying in multiple directions, one even hitting him in the face in the process. You squirmed and flailed all over, aiming to knee him in the family jewels, but it seemed he was used to this kind of fight.

With everything in you, you didn't wanna give up. This wouldn't go down without a fight from you, but with the way this was going everything you attempted was futile against this older, much stronger man.

You squeezed your eyes closed, wondering what you did for this to happen to you.

"Don't worry baby, I'll make you feel so-

The man's words were cut short, the sound of a grunt and heavy thud filled your ears. Your eyes flew open, taking in what happened. Instead of one, now there were two guys here, one standing over the other. It was a boy who seemed to be more closer to your age. With a small gasp, you lift to a sitting position and scramble backwards until your back hit the cold, stone wall of the corner store.

You watched the scene unfold, utterly shaken up. The two got into a pretty one-sided fight. The college dude seemed like such a strong and forceful guy until this other boy showed up. Now it's as if he's never fought at all. Your supposed savior was beating the absolute shit out of the other dude. His punches were clean, and looked to have some genuine technique behind them. Grunts and cries of pain left the offender as he took punch after punch.

Once the older guy was knocked to the ground by a right hook from your savior, he stomped onto his chest multiple times, knocking the wind out of him instantly. At first a sense of relief and gratitude had washed over you when he showed up, but now, it was starting to look a little scary. He wasn't stopping at all, and the look on his face was beyond menacing. He didn't even say a word this whole time, just pulled up and immediately started throwing hands. You were afraid if he kept this up, he'd break that man's sternum or something; maybe kill 'em.

Eventually, he finally stopped, seeming to come back to his senses at the sound of your fearful whimpers. He stared down at the beaten and battered man, squatting over him and grabbing a fistful of his bloodied shirt.

"Let me catch you pull some shit like this in my sight again-

"I-I'm sorry! I-

He was quickly cut off by an abrupt, swift punch straight to his already bloodied nose, making his head snap backwards. You jumped, turning away and covering your face with your trembling hands as the man hollered out in pain for probably the hundredth time.

"-I'll break your arms, you got me?"

The older man swallowed, nodding his head frantically in fear. It was so crazy how the tables had turned. The once confident looking man was just reduced to a whimpering, apologetic mess within minutes by a seemingly fellow high schooler.

"Get your punk ass outta here." He commanded, abruptly letting go of his shirt, making the man plop back onto the ground roughly. Was his threat even eligible to be considered mercy after the way he just ruined him like that? Honestly, you didn't really care, because you were too busy teetering on the edge of an intense panic attack and/or just full on passing out.

The beaten man scrambled to his feet, wincing in pain as he scurried out of the way while clutching his nose and left side, long gone into the night. Your savior walked up to you, his expression softening just a bit. It didn't do much to take away from his intimidating presence though, as he was splattered with blood along his face and once fully white bomber jacket, and his fists might as well have been dipped in red paint. He looked freaking terrifying!

Involuntarily your body trembled harder, a part of you didn't trust him as he could very well kill you with those hands.

"Here." He uttered softly, extending a bloody hand to you. You didn't move an inch, only looking at his hand with a jumble of emotions. It seemed he realized how 'tainted' his hand was, quickly wiping it on his black shirt under the bomber jacket he wore, then extended it back out to you. It was an appreciated move even though it did nothing but just smear the blood around his hand. Hesitantly, you placed your hand onto his larger one, letting him gently stand you up on your feet.

Suddenly, you became oddly hyperaware of the way you probably looked right now, feeling self-conscious about it. Without a doubt your hair was an absolute mess, that one you knew for sure, and your clothes...

Your top...

The top that man ripped open...

It seemed you both realized at the same time that the majority of your buttons were missing, exposing a black lace bra with a little fuchsia pink bow and jewel hanging off it right in the center. You gasped, ripping your hand away from him as you held you shirt closed with both hands.

"Sorry! I uhh, didn't see anything." He lied, quite obviously. You kept quiet, too embarrassed and overall overwhelmed at everything that just happened in such a short amount of time.

"Could I..walk you home?" He offered, making sure to keep his eyes up on your face and nowhere else. You nod, standing there a bit dumbly, waiting for him to show the way as if he knew where you lived.

Oh right, he doesn't.

Your shaky legs finally dragged their way across the ground, walking past your savior and heading towards the sidewalk. He followed after you, going and picking up the groceries you had left behind earlier.

"Thank you", You finally mumbled, shyly, "For helping me." 💎

Somehow, he actually managed to get you to open up a bit as you walked home together. He was actually very sweet, and you both even discovered you go to the same school.

"I've never seen you before." You both mutter at the same time, causing a little laugh to come from you.

"Well, I moved here last year, it hasn't been that long at this school. What grade are you in?" You asked curiously.

"Grade? I'm a third year." He replied, slightly amused that you said grade instead of year. You were still getting used to all the nuances of Japanese culture.

"Oh yeah, I meant year."

Admittedly, the more you spoke to him and looked past the blood stains, he was really cute..like, really really cute. His eyes are a pretty light, honey brown and he has a really adorable beauty mark right under his right eye.

He has an overall bad boy look for sure, but he's so nice and has a kind voice, and he surprisingly makes you smile even though you just had a highly traumatic, intensive therapy worthy experience. You were grateful nonetheless, had he not been there who knows what state you'd be in now.

"Umm, so, what's your name?" You asked shyly, trying to keep the small conversation going. He seemed to react as if he just now realized neither of you exchanged names. Your home was just two blocks away at this point, so you couldn't part ways with him without at least getting his name.

"I'm Kazutora-

"Huh?!" You cut in dumbly. You must've not heard him right. His name sounded like the whole Japanese alphabet to you. He chuckled, making his earring he wore kind of jingle like a Christmas sleigh bell.

"Kazu..tora." He sounded out slowly. You said his lengthy name a few times, getting used to the sound. After a while it kinda grew on you, you thought the name actually sounded cool. You finally introduce yourself, telling him your name which you ended up also having to sound out for him as it isn't a Japanese name, of course.

"So, you're American?" He asked politely, a cute, charming smile on his face.

"Mhmm, from the east coast!" You nod proudly.

Kazutora honestly found you really cute, with that heavy accent and big, fluffy hair, and those brown doe eyes you have. After finding out you both go to the same school, it seemed like for the first time he finally had some motivation to even go, and be there on time at that. He decided he'd show up tomorrow, maybe he'd be able to surprise you in the hallways as he'd pass you by. You were busy talking about something, probably about where you're from specifically in the states, but he was completely tuned out from all that. It was like he could hear you but it wasn't completely registering as he was too busy just watching you.

He took in what he could of you without looking like a creep, his eyes roaming from your coily hair to your curly eyelashes, then your plump dual-toned lips. He noticed your bottom lip was a deep reddish-pink, while the top was a nude brown shade, very different from what he's used to seeing. Another stark contrast was just how plump they really were compared to what he's always seen, and that cute little gap in the center where your top and bottom lips meet was doing something for him. It made your lips look constantly parted slightly, a flirty look that captivated his eyes and held them there.

"You heard me?"

He snapped out of his trance, blinking once blankly while his ears tuned into the sound of your voice.

"Oh, I didn't hear you. What was that?" He said, trying to play off the fact that he was definitely staring at you. "I said have you ever been to the states?"

"Oh no, never. I've never been to any other country before." He shrugged plainly.

You frowned a bit at that. Your mom always taught you that traveling is extremely important and something not many people have a chance to do, so you should always be grateful for the places you've been to. "Well maybe one day you'll be able to travel places! I think traveling's really special 'cause my mom-...."

Once again Kazutora tuned out a little, still hearing you but his own thoughts were much louder. You tend to go off talking about things often, it's already the second time in just a few seconds you've gone on a little ramble about something you care about. He decided it was pretty cute rather than annoying. You're an intriguing girl to him, and even though you've met in a rather wild circumstance, he wanted to know more about you.

"Oh, this is my place here." You mutter softly, pulling him once again out of his own little world. He hummed in response, giving a small nod. "Thanks again for saving me, I was really scared, but I'm glad you came through." You added, going in cautiously and giving him a gentle hug regardless of the bloodstains all over him.

Kazutora's eyes widened, completely taken off guard that you're hugging him. He wasn't sure at all how to respond for a moment, his mind completely blank. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you, patting your back in a way that he felt would be comforting. "Don't worry about it." He smiled softly. You both pulled away, his eyes averted as your hands went back to keeping your shirt closed.

"Ahh, I hope my mom doesn't see me looking like this. I gotta go, but hopefully I'll see you around?" You smile shyly, fiddling a bit with your top.

Little did you know Kazutora was planning for you to see him again much sooner than you were probably thinking. "Yeah, for sure!" He chuckled, amused at the cute way your face lit up.

"Ok! Well, bye!" You waved, heading off to your front door with a wide smile.

Kazutora placed his hands in his pockets, walking backwards so he could see you head inside. He'll have to figure out where he put his school uniforms once he gets home now.

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[kazutorasgloryhole]

his chubby gf wearing a skirt the first time

tw: description of chubby fem! body, ass sniffing

minors dni!!

kazutora just can’t help himself watch his chubby girlfriend put on a pleated skirt for the first time. standing behind you, it stirred something deep inside him admiring the back of your thick thighs and ass. every cellulite, moles, stretch marks, all of it to him in his eye made you perfect. your ass and thighs just looked incredible pulling the skirt off thinking how’d he get so lucky to land someone so gorgeous and to be your boyfriend . the skirt feeling like it hardly covered you as you pat your ass to check. “am i showing anything, love?” looking over your shoulders as his eyes glances down at your skirt seeing a bit of your soft ass peeking from the clothing. “just a bit, angel.” he presses himself against you giving your ass a squeeze before dragging his hands down your thighs. he drops to his knees bunched up your skirt seeing your panties soaked, spreading your ass apart, stuffing his face into your ass his hand letting go of the skirt making it fall. “kazu!” feeling super embarrassed as he rubs his nose against your covered asshole as you held yourself against the dresser. he grips your thighs sniffing your covered asshole enjoying your scent. sighing happily before pulling out under from your skirt kazutora kisses the back of your thighs before leaving a love bite coming back up to kiss the back of your neck. “sorry, angel, you just look so good in this skirt.” his hands still holding onto your thighs giving them a squeeze your scent on the back his mind. he really just want to be in between your thighs.

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[3smo]

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if you dont mind me joining the event, i would like to request for hanemiya kazutora + #12 ;) please and thank you ehe

• "look me in the eyes, darling." (#12)

warning: dom reader. gn reader. cock ring. kazu's probably in sub space. mentions of orgasm denial. crossdressing, just a skirt.

321 words.

1k event!

poor kazu', his body was shaking, eyes rolling back into his head. he gasps for air, pushing your hands away from him.

"you can't take anymore?" he takes a while to respond, still in a daze. the stimulation was too much for him and his small body. he repeatedly came without permission so now he can't come at all, the cock ring prevents him from doing so. "i thought you said you could?"

his legs struggle to hold him up, knee socks dropping to his ankles from his struggling. you coo at his sobs, wiping the tears from his face and hoist him up on the table. you made sure to fix his pretty blue skirt.

as soon you lie him down on the table, he brings his hands up to his face, covering himself. you feel sadden that he needs to hide himself. you caress his body, not minding the involuntary twitches. his body was so sensitive...

your warm hands wrap around his wrist, coaxing him to remove then from his face. kazutora shakes even more, feeling more vulnerable then ever.

"look me in the eyes, darling.." you whisper in a pleading manner. kazu's sobs settled down into erratic pants. his chest moves in and out as he puffs out little 'no's.

"come on, i want you to look at me.." you spot the way he peaks through his fingers, quickly hiding behind his palms once again. "..please?"

kazutora frowns, his long hair falling in front of his face, "if i do will i get to come?"

you chuckle at his question. that's all he could think about, it was adorable. "yes.. only if you behave, alright?"

kazutora slowly brings his hands down. he looked so fucked out... tears stains on his hot, red face along with drool, glossy eyes, bruised lips... you couldn't help but bring him into a slow kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth. kazutora whines into it, saliva dripping down his chin. once he pulls away to breath, he urges you to remove the cock ring.

"i promise i'll be good!!" "please, pl- hiccup please!"

who are you to deny him when he begs so sweetly?

...

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[gothicmoisturee]

GOOD BOY[KAZUTORA X READER]

CHAPTER 1

“Fucking hell Y/N!” Kazutora moaned as you sucked him off, bobbing your head back and forth slobbering on his dick. His hands taking a fist full of your hair. He moaned louder arching his back. “Please let me cum Mommy! I need to- oh my God!” You smacked his thigh earning a yelp from him. You pull away from his cock with a loud pop. Immediately seeing him whimper and beg for more. “Please Mommy, I was so close.” He whines. “You cum when I want you to Tora.” You said stroking his cock slowly. Kazutora was whimpering and holding back moans, that made you upset a little so you had an idea. “Tora, I don’t like it when you hold back your moans from me baby. You know I have to punish you” Kazutora’s face turned red after hearing the word punishment.”What do you mean?” He looks at you waiting for your answer. You grab a small vibrator off the nightstand. “At Least I can prep you now.” You said in a cheerful tone. You stick one finger inside Kazutora stretching him out a little bit, earning a moan from him as you pump your finger in and out of him. It wasn’t enough to you so you added two more fingers inside him pumping your fingers in and out at a fast rate hitting his prostate. He moans louder bucking his hips you can tell he was close. “Faster Mommy, Please!” He begged. You take your fingers out and flip him on his stomach. He whined feeling empty, he wanted more pleasure. You smacked his ass earning a yelp from him. “I want you to count Pretty boy, if you mess up we start all the way over. “ he nodded. You smack his ass again harder than the last time making him choke on a moan”O-One” he said whimpering.

SMACK!

“Two!”

SMACK!

SMACK!

“T-Three!Four!”

You notice the more you spank him the harder he gets. His dick was leaking Precum and throbbing. Kazutora was a masochist that wasn’t anything new.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

“Five! Six!Seven!” He moaned out,drool was leaking from his mouth and his eyes were dazed. Kazutora wanted more,he was about to cum just from getting spanked. He wanted you to make his ass so red he could barely sit later.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

“Eight! Nine! Ten!Oh Fuck!” Kazutora came on the last hit, shooting thick ropes of cum on the bed moaning loudly as his legs were shaking heavily. “ Bad boy Tora.” He immediately shot up out of his daze looking at you” I’m sorry Mommy I won’t do it again!” You shook your head. “You need to be punished for being a Bad boy baby.” And with that you sticker the small vibrator inside him touching his prostate, already turning it on the highest setting.”MOMMY PLEASE I CAN’T!” He begged for you to turn it down as he was being overstimulated. “No baby you have to take it, bad boys don’t get chances.” He was moaning so loud you thought that the neighbors could hear him. Knowing Kazutora he was about to cum any minute, you took it upon yourself to put a cock ring on him just as he was about to cum. Tora was shaking so bad and wanted to cum he arched his back more trying to get you to fuck him. “Please fuck me Mommy I know I’ve been a bad boy but use me as you’d like!” Kazutora needed to feel your strap inside him. He didn’t care if the vibrator was still in him, he wanted you to fuck him stupid. Just as you were about to respond a knock from the front door came. “Looks like that’s dinner Tora, you said we’d be done before the delivery man gets here.” You grab Tora by his collar leading him to the front door.”Go ahead I want you to answer it.” You take the collar off him and give him a white shirt but no pants or boxers. “Just a shirt?” He questioned, “I have a surprise for you when you answer the door cutie!” He nodded slowly, walking over to the door opening it a little but seeing the delivery man. “ Order for Kazutora Hanemiya!” “That’s me, Thank you.” Before Tora could reach for the bag, he feels you shoving the strap on inside him while you grab his hips. He yelps a little as you thrust into him at an alarming rate, almost making him lose balance. “You okay man?” The delivery guy says as Tora regains consciousness. “I-I’m fine just tired!” He takes the food closing the door, he puts the food on the couch immediately gripping the arm rest feeling you pound into him multiple times, him gasping for air each thrust and moaning like he was losing all of his sense of self. “F-Fuck Y/n I’m gonna cum!” “Oh but that’s too bad Tora you’re gonna have to hold it.” You said playfully yanking the collar thrusting into him harder. Tora’s moans turned into screams from too much pleasure. His dick was leaking so much precum, it looked like it was gonna explode any second. “M-Mommy please I need to cum I can’t hold it anymore!” You hit his prostate with one big thrust knocking the air out his lungs before stopping.He starts whining begging you to keep going as he grinds his ass against you wanting more. “This is a punishment Tora, you go by my rules.” “I need you please keep fucking me, I’m sorry for disobeying you I’ll listen to you from now on just fuck me harder.” You knew it was a lie Kazutora loved trying you no matter what because deep down he loved the punishments he down right lived for them.”You promise baby?” He nods immediately. You began thrusting deeply into him hitting his prostate each time and playing with his nipples. The overstimulation was too much for him he was about to cum right then and there”MOMMY PLEASE LET ME CUM!” He begged loudly. “You can cum Tora.” The minute you said that he came immediately squirting his cum all on the couch and floor. You still thrusting into him causing him to cum more moaning loudly. After a couple of thrust you pull out and Tora sinks over the armrest, ass in the air with his hole throbbing. You smack his ass earning a low moan from him. “You did good pretty boy.” “Mommy can you come by tomorrow?” He asks” I have to watch my kids tomorrow Tora, sorry.” He pouts trying sitting up gripping the armrest to keep from falling. “What if I came ov-“ You both hear a knock on the door. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Tora grabs your arm trying not to fall. “We gotta get dressed and you gotta go, my girlfriend is back!”

To be continued

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[fueledbysano]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 kazutora hanemiya

"I can be a better man. I can be a better man for you. I hope, you know, if you'll let me. I can be a better man with you."

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♱ content/warning: MATURE. MDNI. unprotected sex

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Kazutora was at a loss. He had been released from prison after several years, but his friends were nowhere to be found, and he had no place to stay. With Chifuyu gone, and Takemichi in jail, he had no choice but to start from scratch, and that meant finding a job and a place to live. He wandered around the city, which once knew in the back of his mind but now seemed like a different place altogether. 

Without a family, his gang, and his best friends, he was a new man.

It was the third day Kazutora had spent the entire day searching for a job, finally landing success. He was tired, but as he stepped on the train to head home, he couldn't shake off the feeling of relief instead of the hopelessness that had been gnawing at him for the past few days. Just as he was about to take his seat, he accidentally bumped into a young woman standing nearby, and they both stumbled forward.

Instantly, they both started to apologize to each other, their voices meshing together in a jumbled mess of apologies. Kazutora couldn't help but notice the woman's bright smile, her gentle voice, and pleasant face. Even though it had been a long day, she exuded a certain energy that was infectious.

As they sat down, she let out a sigh of relief and apologized for the inconvenience once again. “Are you okay?” Kazutora asks, “Yes, thank you.” She kindly replied before shortly noticing the stack of resumes on Kazutora’s lap. “Any luck?” Kazutora was surprised by her empathy, and found himself making conversation with her.

“Yeah, a record store.” He softly chuckled. “Record store? How cool… to be honest I thought you were some sort of pro musician, but, near enough.” She chuckled, and Kazutora was intrigued. 

“Oh yeah? What made you think that?” He asks. “Well, you have a very unique hairstyle and clothes. And that cool tattoo too! At least, it’s the vibe you give off.” She answered, feeling a strange sense of recognition.

He chuckled at her enthusiasm softly with a smile, “That would be really cool…” He nodded, “But yeah, I do love bands. That’s why I also considered working at the record store.” He explained. Kazutora had always been a solitary person, spending most of his time alone and not really paying attention to the people around him, but something about her felt familiar.

“Congratulations again for getting the job, …” She paused for a moment, realizing that she hadn’t gotten his name yet. “Kazutora.” He smiled and shook her hand. “Kazutora…Hanemiya?.” He chuckled softly, not used to being referred to with his last name, the one that he shared with a terrible human being he unfortunately once called “father”.

and that was the moment when it all suddenly connected for her— this was the delinquent Kazutora she once knew in middle school. The one who pulls his friend out of class, and goes out to gang fights. She couldn't help but think about the incident that had happened in the past. She remembered the day when he was caught stealing from a motorcycle shop, and how he accidentally killed the owner. It was a horrible incident that had left a lasting impact on the whole school and town.

But despite that, she knew that she understood that there was a whole story and context behind that. She had always seen the best in people, and she believed that everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves. And now, as they had reconnected, she felt as though they were put in each other’s paths..

“It’s me, [ Y / N ] —” “[ L / N ]...” Kazutora finished for her.

Life is funny. They weren’t so close in high school, they’ve had a couple of interactions, all of which were pure, pleasant memories. She was kind, understanding, and she truly saw the good in people, even when they didn't see it themselves.

“You remember.” She was quite surprised, not expecting him to remember her at all.

“Yeah, I have a pretty good memory.” He smiled. “What are you up to these days?” He asks.

“Well, that story is going to take longer than my stop.” [ Y / N ] simply said. “I’ll just say that… it’s nice to have a fresh start.” She added.

“I know what you mean.” Kazutora agreed, and she smiled back, understanding where he was coming from.

Finally, when the train reached its destination, he mustered up the courage to ask for her number. And to his surprise, she gave it to him, with a small smile and a soft "good luck" as the train doors opened.

As he stepped off the train and into the night, he knew that she had given him more than just her number— she had given him hope.

As Kazutora walked through the bustling city to his new job, he couldn't help but think about her. The girl with the sweet and bubbly personality who had shown him so much kindness all those years, and when they met each other again on the train. He wanted to have a connection with her, but he also knew that he first needed to get his life together. He wanted to be the best version of himself for her, to be someone she could be proud of.

He reached the job site and got to work, feeling nervous but also excited at the prospect of starting a new chapter in his life. The work was tough, but he threw himself into it, learning as much as he could throughout the day and impressing his boss with his work ethic.

As the day wore on, while closing up the shop, Kazutora found himself thinking more and more about [ Y / N ]. He wondered if she was thinking about him, too.

"Good job today, Kazutora," she said, a warm smile on her face. He turned around to see her, looking just as beautiful as he remembered. She was holding a cup of boba and had a bright, energetic attitude that made him feel light and confident just looking at her.

“[ Y / N ]? Hey, I wasn’t expecting you.” He gave her a soft, welcoming smile. “I know, I’m sorry…” She chuckled. “It’s just that… you said you work in a record store around here, and… funny, because I work at a dental clinic a couple blocks away.” She says.

“Really? Well, that’s perfect… because then… I can take you home~?” He offered his hands for the bundle of shopping bags in her other hand.”

“I’d like that.” She smiled and handed him her bags.

As the day ended and they made their way back to the train station, they found themselves opening up to each other and getting to know more about their lives. As they talked, Kazutora couldn't help but be struck by how much she understood him. Even though they'd just met, he felt safe and comfortable in her presence. 

And as they continued to talk, as the train rumbled on towards its destination, he knew that there was a reason why they were brought into each other’s lives. He was determined to make something more of himself, to be the kind of person he could be proud of, the kind of person she deserved.

“I never really planned on staying here, basically. When I landed my first job out of the city, I got into a relationship with my superior and… well… the jerk turned out to be married. The wife showed up at work and started rambling about how I was a homewrecker.” He couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and frustration on her behalf, angry how someone could take advantage and betray her like that.

“Since then, no one would hire me in town. And I thought fuck it and returned here.”

He asked her what he could do to help, and she told him that she just needed someone to listen. He was happy to do that for her, to be there for her and to offer her a listening ear. And as they talked, she felt a sense of peace and calm wash over her.

They have reached their stop and headed to [ Y / N ]’s apartment complex. “I’d invite you inside, but my roommate is currently moving out so it’s really cluttered.” [ Y / N ] explained. “Ah, I understand, I’ve lived in worse circumstances.” Kazutora jokes. “I practically live in a can of sardines. Plus it’s under a train track so I get three hours of sleep max. But I guess that’s an upgrade from prison.” He chuckled.

“Come live with me.”

"What!?" he asked, unable to hide the shock in his voice

“Yeah… it’s hard to look for a new roommate anyway. I don't have the time for doing all that.” She explained. 

Kazutora couldn't believe his luck. He had just met her again after all these years, and now he had the chance to live with her, to spend more time with her, to get to know her even better. He didn't want to mess things up, so he did his best to act calm and collected.

“Are pets allowed?”

“Sure.”

She smiled at him, clearly pleased with his response. "I'm sure you'll be a great roommate," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And besides, it's not like we're strangers. We're old friends, remember?"

He was determined to not make her regret meeting him again, to make himself into the person he always knew he could be, and to show her that he was worth the chance she had given him. He knew that he had a lot of work to do, but with her by his side, it’s like he took a big step forward. After all, maybe he didn’t really lose everything…

Christmas is a time of year for joy, for spending time with loved ones and creating memories that will last a lifetime. And for [ Y / N ], Christmas was supposed to be a time to escape the cold and spend some time with her ex-boyfriend. That's when she remembered the vacation house she had booked, but with no one to go with, she wasn't sure what to do. But then she thought of Kazutora, and how he had been there for her through everything. She decided to invite him to join her on the trip, hoping that he would say yes.

At first, Kazutora was hesitant. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to go on a trip with someone he had such strong feelings for. But after thinking it over, he decided that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to spend some time with her outside of their daily routine.

As they made their way to the vacation home, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. They couldn't help but notice the romantic atmosphere. Each corner of the house was decorated with lights and Christmas ornaments, and the scent of fresh cookies lingered in the air. They could feel the tension between them growing, and they both knew that this trip was going to be different from anything either of them had experienced before.

As the fire crackled in the fireplace, Kazutora and the[ Y / N ] sat close together, lost in their own thoughts. The comfort of each other's presence was palpable, and they both knew that they had been dancing around their feelings for each other for far too long.

Kazutora finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know that you were supposed to go to this place with someone else, but I'm glad that it ended up being me." His eyes were locked on hers, and there was a warmth in them that made her heart flutter.

She smiled, taking his hand in hers. "I'm glad it was you, too." She paused, searching for the words to express what she was feeling. As she looked into his eyes, she knew that he felt it  too.

They sat in silence for a moment, taking in the weight of their confession.

Kazutora leaned in, his face just inches from hers. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've loved you for so long, but I was too afraid to say it."

[ Y / N ]'s eyes filled with tears at his words, and she pulled him close, kissing him passionately. "I love you too, Kazutora," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "I've always loved you." [ Y / N ] soon found herself  sitting on Kazutora’s lap, leaning in for another steamy kiss.

His fingers slowly rested on her hips, his heart rate picking up when he felt a surge of emotions wash over him. For the first time in his life, he was experiencing something so pure and beautiful, and it was with someone he cared about deeply. He was nervous, but excited, and as their lips met, he felt like he was on top of the world. He had never done so intimate before, and he didn't know what to expect, but he knew that this was special.

As they pulled apart, he looked into her eyes, and he could see the love and the kindness that he had always seen in her. He knew that this moment was the start of something beautiful, and he was ready to give his all to make it last.

“You look even prettier straddling me like this, sweetheart~” He admired her face, stroking her cheek. As [ Y / N ]’s lips begin to descend onto him, Kazutora could feel his heart pounding furiously in his chest. He can tell that her body is just as passionately waiting for his touch and kisses. So his hands go over her hips, pulling her closer to his body.

Kazutora’s hands slowly start to move upward, brushing up against her panties. He starts to pull on the fabric, looking at her with intensity. Her heart is beating rapidly right now as she breathes heavily above him. He feels the heat coming from her body, feeling her touch against his. He slowly brings his lips back up to her lips and kisses her deeply, his lust and desire overcoming him now.

He pulls her dress up, leaving her in her bra on top of him.

“Mr. Hanemiya…” She whispered sensuously, slowly working her hands down his pants. “It’s cold, isn’t it? May I warm you up~?” [ Y / N ] bats her eyes, enough for Kazutora not to notice her fingers beginning to undo his jeans. The way his last name rolled out of her tongue perfectly, the only time he’ll ever feel loved hearing it.

He pulls her closer to him and lets out another soft moan, feeling her bare body mold and conform against his. 

Kazutora’s eyes go wide as he realizes that she is making this quite intense. At the feeling of her hands going into his underwear, his breathing begins to quicken and his body tenses up as he feels his desires go out of control.

He slowly pulls her up just a bit, just enough to touch his aching tip to her entrance.

“Only if I get to do it first…” He whispered, finally feeling all of her in one swift movement. [ Y / N ]’s hands rushed to his long hair to tug on them, discerning Kazutora’s body as they connected for the first time. 

Kazutora feels [ Y / N ]’s lips on his, as gently pressing into his again and again, in sync with her rocking hips. Her kisses and thrusts send a wave of pleasure through his body, making him moan softly and unable to control his desires.

Kazutora wanted to cum right then and there, but he knew he wanted to make this last for her. “Ugh, I love this.” He shuddered, body jolting slightly as she pulsed around his cock. She rocked down on him, purposely letting her hear his desperate whines. Kazutora clutched her ass tightly, her pussy touching his base and breathing heavily as he hit deeper.

[ Y / N ] rocked her hips back and forth, enjoying the sensation of the stretch by his thick cock. Within seconds, his pace starts to grow wild, drilling into her pussy, their hips now clashing together. He was finally getting some action after using his sole imagination in so long.

Gripping both of his shoulders tightly, she began to bounce harder on his cock, the ginger radiance of the fireplace shining on her face which made it heightened the experience for Kazutora. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly…” He whispered right next to her ear.

“I love getting to know you like this…” Her cheeks flushed warm. “I wanna cum…” He sighed and planted his hands back on her hips, his thrusts growing more desperate. “I wanna help you with that.” She moaned softly before speeding up her own pace. “What a good girl, showing me those cute tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my dick.” He grunted, bleached hair sticking to his forehead as they continued to fuck each other.

“Ah, Hanemiya-sama~” The explosive sensation ricochets through her body, making him feel her warm cum gushing down his balls just as he spilled into her pussy. He pulls out and you breathlessly collapse on his chest, feeling the light afterglow from the intense moment.

His eyes softened as he watched you snuggle up to him breathlessly. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he knew that he was going to remember this moment forever. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her body against his, and he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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[demiesworld]

thinking about men overstimulating themselves

☆ — contents: minors dni, nsfw, smut, overstimulation (both m and f), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, dumbification, just the usual filth

☆ — notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns.

like you have both been going at it for hours already. you're in the bedroom he has your legs spread eagle, and your arms are anchored at your sides from him holding you down. his hips, god his strokes are so deep, and fast when they slap right against your skin. this man is abusing your pussy and is trying to make it go over it's limit. though it's not like he doesn't care he's just so fucked out, so drunk and so determined that he doesn't realize it. you look up at him, seeing his face flushed and jaw slack, his pretty eyes are barely even visible as there's nothing but white; he looks so hot. the upper rows of his teeth biting down on his bottom lip at the same time his hips are brutally snapping forward. the claps of his heavy balls accompanied by low grunts is an erotic vision that has your gummy walls tightening on his dick. then that tight knot that you've been chasing after for a while finally pops and your pussy is squirting all over his lower abdomen. spurts of your sweet juice wets his skin and makes a puddle on the bedsheets. "hmm! mm! fuuuck baby!" he grunts and groans out when you cum all over him. you're panting after you're easing down, and you're expecting for him to stop. he doesn't. instead he rocks his hips against yours slowly and he bites back a moan when your walls squeeze around him. "yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah, fuuuck," he lets go of your hands and cup your sweaty face in his hands. you whimper as you wrap your legs around his waist and let him tenderly grind his dick into your core. you arch your back up from the bed with your toes curling behind his back. your hand flies to the back of his head as you pull him in for a heated kiss. he's whimpering onto your lips, "i'm sorry baby, i can't- ha- i can't- hng- fuc-fucking stop." "it's ok-okay! don't stop, please!" "don't stop? my baby says don't stop?" you're nodding your head and whimper when he slides his cock out of your pussy. he turns you over on your side, then gets in between your thighs, straddling your bottom leg with your top leg laying over on one of his thighs. he holds onto the base of his length and slathers his tip with your wet juices. you toss your head back, a sensual moan pushes past your lips. "put it in daddy- oooh!" he's sliding his dick back into you and angling his hips so he could give you short and quick strokes. you chant his name like a prayer, clutching tightly onto his right shoulder as he pounds into your pussy from above. your back arches from the bed while you release out a squeak. you look into his eyes just as you cum again from him hitting your sweet spot. he slows down and gently grinds his hips into you as you ride out your orgasm this time. his hand gripping onto the flesh of your thigh and stroking the skin. he breathed, "so gooood, hmm, can't get e-fucking-nough!" he lifts your leg up and lets it hang over his shoulder. "fuck, oh shit, shit, what the fuck." he whispers in a ragged tone. his head looks down at where you're connected and the ring of creamy white that's on his shaft, and your puffy clit has him holding his breath. "so hot, oh god baby," he startles you by roughly jackhammering. your bodily mixtures of cum created a wet smacking sound from him thrusting. he tosses his head back and gasps dramatically as he feels his body tensing up and quickens his thrusts if possible. he's blabbering, "fuck, fuck, shit, yes, yes, just l-like t-thAT!" with the final thrust he slams into you hard and leans his weight onto your body. your pussy feels like it's stretched to its limit when he lays above you and shoots his hot seed deep into your womb. he's letting out soft hisses, low grunts, and sweet whimpers as he gingerly fucks his cum into your seeping cunt. "ah, ah, fuck th-that... tha-that felt go-good... how did you feel babe-baby?" "good... but i feel so sore..." "hehe sorry baby."

(jjk) GOJO, CHOSO, geto, (kny) AIZETSU, karaku, haganezuka, DOUMA, akaza (tokyo rev) ran, rindou, KAZUTORA, HANMA, IZANA, baji, SANZU, any of your favs!

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[complexparadox1]

My Love, My Light, My Angel

Anotha one! Kazutora x Fem!Reader. This is set in the Black Dragon timeline, around a year after Chifuyu was killed by Kisaki. You and Kazutora are old childhood friends. He's been avoiding you since he got locked up but fate has other plans! Smut OBVIOUSLY, Fem!reader, reader is a florist who majored in art and literature cuz I felt like it idk. Enjoy!

When you had walked out of your apartment that sunny fall afternoon you hadn't expected much from the day. But walking down the street you spotted a familiar head of black and blonde hair that stopped you in your tracks almost immediately. It couldn't be. "Kazutora?" You called out, heart thudding in your chest wildly.

Kazutora froze in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat as he heard his name being called. He turned his head slowly, his honey-colored eyes meeting yours. For a moment, he couldn't find the words to respond, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. "It's... been a while." he finally whispered, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and hesitation. He took a step closer, peering at you with a hint of longing in his eyes.

His gaze lingered on you, taking in your features, the way you had grown and changed over the years. Memories flashed before his eyes, the shared moments of laughter and friendship, but also the pain and guilt that lay buried deep within him. He knew he shouldn't let himself get too close to you again, but the pull was undeniable.

Just to hear his voice once again sent your head to spinning and your heart thundering in your chest. thirteen years, thirteen years since you'd last seen him. Ten years he'd been in jail and three years after that where you simply hadn't been able to find him. "How have you been? I've missed you." The last part was said softly, and it was true. You had missed him terribly. For all that had happened, with Valhalla, with Baji, it had not changed your feelings towards him at all.

Kazutora felt a pang of sorrow at your words. He had missed you too, more than he cared to admit. The weight of guilt and regret settled heavily within him, but he couldn't help but crave your presence. "I... I've been surviving," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of pain and longing. "It hasn't been easy, but... I've been trying." He looked down for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. "And yeah... I've missed you too. More than you know." His gaze lifted to meet yours again, his honey-colored eyes searching for any sign of forgiveness in your expression. Deep down, he wondered if he even deserved it after everything he had done. Chifuyu had forgiven him, Baji had used his final breaths to absolve him of his murder. But you were different. He couldn't be sure you would forgive him. But he still couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him at the sight of you standing there.

In nearly the same moment he said he'd missed you, before you could really even process what you were doing, you found yourself hugging him. As if afraid he would vanish once more from your life if you didn't hold onto him with as much strength as you could muster. Kazutora's breath caught in his throat as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly. It was a bittersweet sensation, feeling your warmth after such a long time. His body stiffened for a moment, unsure of how to respond, before he finally relaxed into the embrace, his arms hesitantly finding their way around you. "Where have you been? I...I tried to look for you after you got out..." You managed to stammer, you had tried diligently to find him after he'd gotten out of prison to no avail. When you had tried to visit each and every time he had declined your visit. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mix of guilt and regret. "After... after what happened with Baji, I... I needed to distance myself. I thought…I thought I was toxic, that being around me would only bring you pain." He tightened his grip, his voice trembling. "But I never stopped thinking about you. I wanted to reach out, but...I was afraid. Afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore." He pulled back slightly, his honey-colored eyes locked with yours. "I'm here now, and I want to make things right, if you'll let me." You had practically melted into his touch while he spoke. His familiar smell making you practically dizzy and your heart thrummed happily within your chest despite the heavy words he spoke. "You don't need to apologize Kazutora. You aren't toxic, you were a kid, we both were...what happened with Baji was horrible, but I never stopped wanting to be a part of your life Tora." His old childhood nickname slipped off your tongue with ease despite it having been so long since you had last called him that. Your heart clenched up near painfully in your chest. "I don't wanna lose you again... you're my best friend."

The weight of guilt that Kazutora had carried for so long began to lift ever so slightly as he heard your words of understanding and acceptance. A faint smile formed on his lips, tinged with a mix of relief and affection. "You still remember the nickname," he murmured, his voice filled with a touch of nostalgia. "I promise you, this time, I won't let go. You won't lose me again." In that moment, Kazutora felt a surge of hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness that had consumed him for far too long. He reached out to wipe away the tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes, his touch gentle and tender. "Hey, don't cry," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. Okay?" As he spoke those words, a flicker of warmth filled his heart. He knew the road ahead would be filled with challenges and dangers, especially with his current mission to dismantle the corrupt Black Dragon gang. But having you by his side, he felt a newfound strength, an unwavering determination to protect you and cherish the bond that had been rekindled between you. You nodded your head and were quick to bury your face in his chest trying to hide the tears that flowed down your face. The emotions of the moment overwhelming you entirely. "I'm holding you to that promise, Tora. Whatever happens I don't wanna ever lose you again." You sniffled softly, arms squeezing him just a bit tighter. Kazutora had been, and would always be, a large part of your world. The last thirteen years had been hard without him, painful to the point of being nearly unbearable. To have him back at your side felt perfect. "So you wanna come to my place for lunch? We can catch up?" I asked once I'd pulled my face from where I buried it on his chest, my tears having dampened his shirt slightly.

He had gone for so long without a shred of warmth or comfort in his life. Having you standing here now, your arms still embracing him, it felt as if he'd been wrapped in a warm fuzzy blanket and he couldn't help but to fall into the comfort of you. Even though you were crying, your tears dampening the fabric of his shirt, you still provided the same comfort you had always given him even as young children. He held you close, his arms providing a comforting shelter as your tears wet his shirt. He gently rubbed your back, offering silent support and reassurance as he listened to your words. "You won't lose me again, I swear." he whispered, his voice laced with determination.

As you suggested going to your place for lunch, a small smile graced his lips. The idea of spending more time with you, catching up on the years that had been lost, felt like a lifeline amidst the chaos surrounding his life."Yeah, that sounds good," he replied softly, his eyes meeting yours. "I'd love to catch up, to have some time together away from all the chaos. Just...being with you." With a final squeeze, Kazutora released his hold on you, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment before he slowly withdrew it. Stepping back, he began to walk alongside you, his heart brimming with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

As you both made your way to your place, Kazutora couldn't help but let himself believe, even if only for a moment, that perhaps love and redemption were not so far out of reach as he had thought for so long. Once you'd arrived to your apartment you were quick to order lunch from a local Chinese place. Waiting for the food you and Kazutora settled into the couch. Now that he was sitting here you couldn't help but stare at him, it almost felt like this was all just some crazy dream.

Kazutora settled comfortably on the couch as you ordered lunch, his eyes occasionally glancing over to steal glances at you. The warmth and familiarity of your home enveloped him, offering a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time.

Everything about Kazutora had changed in thirteen years time. Corded muscle stretched taut along his arms, his once rounded cheeks sunken in to make his jawline more pronounced now than it had ever been in childhood, his voice lower and had a smoother quality to it now too. Kazutora was no longer a teenaged boy; and your brain struggled to process this fact. It didn't take long to realize you were staring at him too much and your cheeks flushed a bit with embarrassment. "So, what have you been up to, where have you been?" There's so much lost time to catch up on, so many things that have probably happened in his life and your own that the other wasn't aware of. He noticed the blush that tinted your cheeks as you caught yourself staring at him, and a small, gentle smile curved his lips. The silence lingered for a moment before you finally spoke, breaking the spell. "I've been... on the move, mostly," he replied, his voice carrying a touch of weariness. "After getting out of prison, I found myself caught up in some dangerous business. I couldn't stand by and watch as my friends were consumed by the corruption of the Black Dragon gang. So, I've been doing everything I can to dismantle them from the inside."

He paused for a moment, his gaze focused on his hands, his tone tinged with a mix of determination and regret. "It's been a rough ride, dangerous, but I couldn't let them destroy what we had, what we shared in the Tokyo Manji Gang…. it's…they're not what Baji would have ever wanted them to be." His eyes flickered up to meet yours, the weight of his mission evident in their depths. "But enough about that. I want to know everything about you. What have you been up to all these years? How did life treat you?" His voice softened, a genuine curiosity shining through his words. You nodded your head quietly. The Tokyo Manji Gang had been in the news a lot. Prostitution, Gambling, Murder, they had gotten a lot darker than you had remembered them being when Kazutora had once been a part of the gang. The fact that he was trying to help his friends, more than that the people that had once been family to him, was noble. But it also made a knot of worry form in your stomach. "That's a lot to try and take on all on your own Kazutora." You murmured the words softly your gaze meeting his. It was a dangerous path to walk but one you knew that if anyone could traverse with any level of safety it would be Kazutora. He had always been smart, quick thinking. "Uh, well graduated highschool after you left." You didn't want to say locked up because it feels wrong, you had both been so young back then. "Went to college, ended up majoring in arts and literature. Got a job working as a florist now so life's been ok I guess." It's been lonely too, unbearably lonely, but you don't say that. You have a few friends, sure, but no one ever even came close to the closeness that you and Kazutora had once shared. You smile at him softly, heart feeling at ease for the first time in too many years. "It's good to have you back though...life just hasn't been the same without you" your voice sounded sad, almost wistful, you couldn't help but to wonder how things would have been if he hadn't been locked up. If he hadn't joined Valhalla, if all the horrible events that followed had been avoided.

Kazutora listened intently as you shared your journey over the past decade, a mix of pride and melancholy tugging at his heart. His eyes traced the lines on your face, still as beautiful as ever, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for the years of loneliness you had endured. "I wish I could have been there for you, to support you through all those years." He murmured, his voice laced with genuine remorse. His fingers ran through his blonde-highlighted hair, a nervous habit he had developed over the years. "But I'm glad you found something you're passionate about, something that brings you joy." Your heart thuds heavily in your chest. This moment feels so right, so perfect. To have him back here even after all this time just felt right. "You don't need to apologize." You said the words with a gentle tone. "Look at you, you're so much different, better." There was no more derangement in his eyes, no more delusion, instead his gaze was gentle, kind, and filled with nothing but affection. "I'm happy you got better, that's all that I ever wanted." Too many times you had tried to pull Kazutora from the darkness that had taken over his mind and too many times you had failed. To see him doing better now felt like a weight off of your chest. A soft smile formed on his lips as he met your gaze, the weight of his turbulent past momentarily forgotten with your words.

His fingers reached out, brushing against your hand, seeking connection and reassurance. His voice grew softer, tinged with vulnerability. "I've missed you, more than words can express." When his hand brushed against your own your fingers were quick to move to interlace with his. "Your hands are still always cold huh?" You asked him with a grin, Kazutora had always had cold hands, a bit rough and calloused from all his fighting while being in the gang. There had been a time where you had known every knick and scar that lined his knuckles. The familiar teasing about his perpetually cold hands had brought a chuckle to his lips, breaking the tension in the room, and he squeezed your hand gently."Yeah, I guess some things never change," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of fondness and playfulness. "I'll never have those warm, gentle hands like someone who works with flowers all day." His honey-colored eyes sparkled, his gaze locked with yours. You could feel your heart skip a beat at his words and you gave a small smile. "Suppose we are a perfect contrast to each other then hm?" You both were in more ways than just the temperature of your hands, you had always been two sides of the same coin. "I'm glad you're here with me now. It feels like coming home." He said the words softly: The scent of the flowers in your home mingled with the comfort of your touch, creating a sanctuary where both his mind and body found solace. "There's so much we can do together, so many possibilities," he continued, his voice growing softer but filled with an unyielding determination. "We can build a future that's different from anything we've known. A future carved out of our own choices, our own happiness."

As he spoke those words, conviction radiated from him. Kazutora knew that the path ahead wouldn't be easy, that challenges and dangers awaited him in his mission to dismantle Black Dragon. But with you by his side, he felt a newfound strength, a renewed purpose to protect, to love, and to find redemption not just for himself, but for the two of you. "I can't wait to see it all come together." You murmured, feeling as if you were practically on cloud nine just thinking about it.

Leaning in closer, Kazutora planted a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "I'm grateful to have this chance with you. And I promise, I won't let go this time." With those words and the feeling of his lips pressed against your forehead, almost feather light, you felt your whole being practically stop. Looking up at him, those same amber eyes you had always so adored you felt years worth of feelings flood back all at once. The absolute enamorment you had once felt with him hitting like a train. Kazutora was not the boy you had once known for certain. But he was still the person you had been in love with all those years ago, and those feelings bubbled up to the surface once more. "I definitely won't let you let me go. You're stuck with me now, I'd probably die if you just disappeared again." The words came out hushed and quiet but they were spoken with a certain conviction and mixture of tenderness and vulnerability filled Kazutora's honey-colored eyes. The weight of your affection and unyielding dedication bore down on him, gently sweeping away the remnants of his self-doubt and fears. A soft smile played on his lips as he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I won't disappear again," he reassured you, his voice filled with a newfound determination. "I've learned my lesson, and this time, I won't let anything or anyone pull us apart. We'll face the challenges together, find strength in each other." His gaze locked with yours, his voice dropping to a hushed tone, resonating with sincerity and love. "You mean everything to me. The thought of losing you again, it's unbearable. I'll fight for us, for our future, no matter what stands in our way."

As the emotions sparked between the two of you, the chemistry that had always been present in your past encounters blazed to life once more. The room seemed to shrink, the world outside fading away, leaving only you and Kazutora, locked in an intimate connection that transcended time. Unable to resist any longer, Kazutora leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a passionate, lingering kiss. In that moment, the weight of the past slipped away, leaving behind only the promise of a future filled with love, redemption, and the unbreakable bond that had endured through the years.

Both of your mouths moved against the others with a gentle desperation, tenderness, desire, years of pent up love you had felt for each other pouring out in an instant through the touch. You were drowning in all things Kazutora as the kiss deepened. Gently your arms moved to slip around his shoulders pulling closer to him, needing that connectedness with him like air in your lungs. Caught in the passionate embrace, Kazutora felt his heart race, matching the rhythm set by the fervent exchange of your lips. The taste and feel of you after all these years left him intoxicated, a wave of desire crashing against the shores of his being. His hands moved instinctively, caressing the small of your back, holding you closer, as if he could merge his existence with yours. The world around the both of you faded away completely, as if there were only the two of you, entwined in a dance of affection and longing. Every touch, every movement was laden with emotion, and as the kiss deepened, Kazutora couldn't help but feel a healing balm spread through his wounded soul. His mind, which had once been plagued by the darkness from his past, now found solace in the warmth of your touch, the shared passion and mutual understanding. In this moment, there was only the present, the intensity of your love threading together the broken pieces of his spirit, infusing him with renewed vitality.

The room seemed to pulsate with the raw desire and yearning of your entangled bodies as you clung to him, lost in the depths of your shared connection. Kazutora's breath mingled with yours, his touch tender yet possessive, as he savored every stolen moment, desperately wanting to etch this memory into his very being. The moment felt like a dream, warm and comfortable. Wrapped snuggly in the other's embrace felt like home, a home neither of you had ever known anywhere except for in the other's arms.

As the kiss broke, a thin sheen of sweat coated Kazutora's brow, his chest heaving with the weight of emotion and arousal. His honey-colored eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of tenderness and hunger. "I need you. I've always needed you." he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Looking into his eyes which smoldered with such deep emotion your heart swelled with love and desire for him. The warmth of arousal pooling in your stomach. "Need you too Tora, Love you so much." You spoke in a breathless whimper words that had been left unspoken for far too long. He was all you had ever wanted and you were putty in his hands malleable and waiting to be shaped into whatever he desired. As the words spilled from your lips, their breathless vulnerability rang in Kazutora's ears, intertwining with the rhythm of his racing heart. Your declaration of love ignited a flame within him, fierce and unyielding, setting his entire being ablaze with desire. His hands, calloused and strong, cupped your face gently as he looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of adoration and need. The weight of his past mistakes, the pain he had carried for far too long, dissolved in this moment of raw connection and vulnerability. "My love," he whispered, his voice filled with a profound tenderness that mirrored the intensity of his emotions. "I've longed to hear those words from you. To know that you're all mine, as I am all yours. To feel the depth of your love and desire." With a gentle, yet possessive hold, he brought his lips back to yours, a hunger laced within the kiss. His touch radiated with reverence, as he explored the soft contours of your mouth, mapping every inch of your being that he had missed for so long. The world outside ceased to exist, reduced to nothing but the dance of your entwined bodies.

Every caress, every whispered breath against your lips carried the weight of a promise. A promise to cherish, protect, and love you unconditionally. Kazutora's fingers glided along your skin, tracing the outlines of your body with a reverence born of both desire and worship. Lost in the frenzy of passion, the room became a sanctuary where time ceased to hold meaning. Each movement, each touch and shared breath, deepened the connection between you. The years of longing and unanswered desire melted away, replaced by the intoxicating presence of the person who had always held your heart. In this shared intimacy, Kazutora found solace and redemption. In your embrace, he discovered a love that could heal wounds and shield his fragile soul from the torment of his past. And as your bodies entwined, the flames of desire consumed them both, Your hands moved to feel every single inch of him you could reach, his neck, his shoulders, his arms. Fingertips that were feather light mapped every curve and plane of his body you could touch just as his did. As if trying to commit every single inch of him to memory. Were you blind and he mute you would know him by the feel of his very soul alone as it had always been between you two.

Nothing could, or ever would, hold a candle to him. Not when Kazutora was as bright as the sun itself. For all his past darkness he had always been your light, your comfort. It felt as if each graze of his hands set you ablaze in only the most pleasurable of ways. The fire of desire burned brightly within Kazutora as he reciprocated your fervent caresses, his body humming with anticipation and hunger. The intensity of your touch, swift and deliberate, sent shivers cascading down his spine, causing his pulse to quicken with fervor.

It didn't take long for you to crave more of him, to long for him like water, the desperate need to slake your thirst for him which had built up to a crescendo. Your fingers found the hem of his shirt moving to tug it off of him, his shirt slipped off his frame, pulled away by your eager hands, and the brief moment of separation only heightened the ache of longing between you. As your lips found his once more, the connection reignited, casting you both into a realm where time was irrelevant. "Love you s'much Tora." You murmured sweetly between your interlocked lips as small huffs and whines forced their way past your teeth and into your interconnected mouths

A symphony of sighs and whispers danced between your intertwined mouths, the subtle vibrations of your voice sending ripples of pleasure coursing through Kazutora. His skin tingled beneath your delicate fingertips, every inch of contact fostering a new depth of intimacy. With every brush against his chest, his breath hitched. The amalgamation of love, desire, and sheer need welled up within him, as if he were a vessel overflowing with the elixir of passion. In this electrifying moment, it felt as though he could not get close enough to you, his every sense consumed by the taste, scent, and sensation of your being. "Mmm, my love, my angel" he murmured against your lips, the words muffled by the shared heat of your mouths. His hands roamed your body with increasing urgency, seeking to memorize every curve and dip, just as you had done to him. The smoldering heat of his honey-colored eyes reflected the depths of his affection, staring into the windows of your soul.

The symphony of desire between you intensified, a chorus of sighs and moans woven into the fabric of your shared passion. Each fleeting moment of separation only served to fuel the hunger for more. Kazutora's chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, his body aching, yearning for the culmination of your desires. The two of you became entangled within a universe of love and raw sensuality. Lost in the shared ecstasy, you found solace and salvation in each other's arms.

Kazutora's body trembled under the trail of your hands, responding to your every touch with a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability. The need that radiated from you fueled the passion between you, rendering the room electric with desire. His skin tingled as your fingertips traced lines of fire across his form, igniting a wildfire of sensations and ardent longing. A soft growl of pleasure escaped him as your lips broke apart for a brief moment, only to reunite in a passionate collision. The taste of your breath, the sound of your murmured words seeped into his very core, eliciting a symphony of desire to reverberate through every inch of his being. He reciprocated with fervor, his lips molding against yours in a dance of overwhelming longing. Beneath your fingertips, the warmth of his bare chest welcomed you, a canvas on which the stories of your affection were etched. The connection between you grew with an intensity that defied explanation, a language that needed no translation. The room, now charged with anticipation, seemed to pulse with the rhythm of your intertwined bodies. As a chorus of soft whimpers and small huffs spilled from your lips, mingling with his own desperate sighs of pleasure, Kazutora's hands explored the expanse of your body with an unrestrained hunger. His fingers caressed the curves of your back, electrifying each inch of skin they trailed, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "My angel." he murmured against your lips, his voice threaded with a mix of adoration and longing. "I ache for you, yearn for the taste of your skin against mine." He said softly as clothes were shed, barriers falling away one by one, Kazutora succumbed to the intoxicating bliss of your touch, abandoning himself to the waves of pleasure that crashed upon the shores of his ravaged soul. Each breath, each movement, became an act of worship, a testament to the love that had endured against all odds. In the sizzling heat of your joined bodies, all doubts, insecurities, and the burdens of their past dissolved, replaced by a union born of profound affection and desire.

It didn't take long for you to find yourself with your back pressed into the cushions of the couch, with Kazutora tapping the tip of his hardened cock against your core which dripped with slick arousal that had built up from feverish touches. Your core aches, almost as painfully as your chest does because having him hovered over you like this is divine beyond imagination. All of the things you had never dared even dream coming to fruition in a single moment. “You'll take care of me, Tora?” You managed to practically whisper between soft breaths, his touch burned through you like a raging inferno. The walls of your slick wet heat flutter and tense seeking what he's yet to give as he once more runs the tip of his cock through your slick covered folds, testingly, savoring this moment. The room felt sweltering, the air heavy with anticipation and unspoken promises. Kazutora's honey-colored eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of intensity and tenderness as he positioned himself over you, his hardened length teasing your slick entrance. Every nerve in your body pulsed with desire, your core aching for him, craving the consummation of this union.

The weight of your question, laced with vulnerability and trust, hung in the air between you. Kazutora's gaze softened, the fire in his eyes mingling with a tenderness that could move mountains. He brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle yet possessive. "I'll take care of you, my angel." he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I'll protect you, cherish you, and ensure that every moment we spend together is filled with ecstasy and adoration." With those words hanging in the air, he pressed forward, the tip of his throbbing member parting your slick folds, the sweet friction causing a sharp gasp of pleasure to escape from both of you. He paused, savoring the exquisite tension, allowing you to accommodate him, to feel every inch of him as he gradually delved deeper into your wet, pulsating heat. Your bodies intertwined, Kazutora's movements slow and deliberate, as he relished in the sensation of being one with you, his body merging with yours in a symphony of pleasure. Building with each rhythmic thrust, deepening the connection between you.

The room became a sanctuary, a haven where nothing else mattered but the two of you, bound in a vortex of passion and love. The sensations overwhelmed your senses, the slick heat of your core gripping him tightly, driving both of you to the brink of ecstasy. As your bodies moved in a synchronized rhythm, the symphony of moans and gasps filled the air, a testament to the fervor that consumed you. Each thrust was a declaration of your shared desire, passionate, loving, and hungry.

The world outside stayed momentarily suspended, allowing you to revel in the intoxication of this shared desire. In the heat of the moment, the flames of bliss burned brightly.

The feeling of him pushing in, bottoming out your cunt almost torturously slow has your hands flying to cling to his shoulders. Moans, mewls, and soft whimpers of his name escaping from between your parted lips. The stretch feels overwhelming in the best possible way, because his thick member brushes along every single soft, spongey, pleasurable spot that lines the inside of your dripping wet core. You're drunk on him before he even truly begins thrusting. His leaking tip pressing practically into your womb over and over. "Tora love you, love you Tora. My Tora." The words were babbeled and soft between heated moans and whines each time his tip hit deep yet again. Kazutora's movements were measured, each thrust deliberate and exquisitely slow as he delved deeper into the depths of your throbbing cunt. The air became heavy with the sounds of your moans and mewls intermingling with the soft whimpers that spilled from his own lips.

Your grip tightened on his shoulders, fingers sinking into the muscles, as if anchoring yourself to him amidst the swirling sea of sensation. The depth and stretch enveloped you, he filled you to the brim with a pleasurable ache that bordered on euphoria. Each brush of the thick, pulsating member inside you sent sparks of ecstasy dancing along your nerves.Between heated moans and whimpers, the words of love and adoration tumbled from your lips, your voice a melody laced with devotion. They merged with the panting breaths and gasps that escaped Kazutora's mouth, their delicious intertwining creating a symphony of raw passion.

"my love," he whispered hoarsely, his voice blending with the rhythm of your shared desire. "You…you feel so right, so perfect. You were made for me." He practically growled the words as his thrusts began to grow more urgent, deeper, and faster, building a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume you both. The room spun and spun with the heady intoxication of your union, and you surrendered yourself to the wave of ecstasy on the horizon.As Kazutora's movements became a blur of pleasure. Every thrust was infused with a powerful intent, pushing you closer to the edge, to the release that awaited you both. Together, you danced on the precipice of passion, on the cusp of that would wash away all earthly worries all the years spent apart.

With each shuddering breath, your moans and cries danced through the air, an offering to the higher power that was Kazutora. His name slipped off your lips like a fervent prayer, a testament to the profound connection that existed between you. In this moment, he was everything, your love, your light, your universe.

As you came around his length the world around you blurred and faded into insignificance. Stars exploded behind your closed eyelids, shimmering fragments of ecstasy that illuminated your vision. Your body awash with waves of delight. Tremors wracked your form, your core convulsing with the aftershocks of your release. Your slick heat clung to him, embracing Kazutora's cock snuggly as he continued the steady rhythm of his thrusts, pushing you higher still. Far past your peak and bordering on overstimulation. Your skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, evidence of the intensity that had consumed your bodies. His movements became effortless, gliding in and out of your trembling heat with a fluidity that spoke of deep familiarity and undeniable connection. Every tap against your tender cervix sent sparks of overstimulation and renewed pleasure shooting through your veins, amplifying your cries of his name, along with babbles of love and devotion.

As Kazutora neared his own peak, his movements became more frenzied, his thrusts deep and urgent. Whines and whimpers and a few spat curses flowing from trembling lips. With a final sharp growl of pleasure, his rhythm faltered as he came pumping you full of his hot sticky seed. Small whimpers fell from his throat as his cock twitched out its release inside of your plush walls.

In the aftermath of your climactic release, you lay entwined, panting and sated, the air around you heavy with the scent of passion and the profound connection that bound you together. With each blissful breath, you reveled in the aftermath of your shared desires, knowing that you had found a love that was unparalleled, a love that would endure through the tumultuous storms of life. Bathed in an ethereal glow that matched the euphoria coursing through both of your veins. Your bodies both trembling and weak from your post orgasmic haze but still clinging onto each other tightly. "Love you Tora." You managed to murmur in a half dazed voice, feeling entirely overstimulated and your mind a bit cloudy. Kazutora had laid his larger form against yours pressing soft kisses into the soft sensitive skin of your neck. "I love you my angel." You were his light, his love, and he would never let you go again.

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[strawberryfairi]

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words...will you take your man back or nah?)

"I loved you then...back when I knew you"

Pairings: Kazutora Hanemiya x Black Fem Reader🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ) Content: High school sweethearts, flashback, simping, smut, angst, drama, romance, fluff, denial, virginity loss, couples hardships, years apart

BACK WHEN I KNEW YOU

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Chapters List; Ongoing! ♕ crossposted on Wattpad and recently Ao3

╔════ஓ๑♔๑ஓ═════╗ Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12

Last Update: April 14, 2024

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[kazutorasgloryhole]

stepbro! kazutora is a panty thief

tw: stepcest, panty stealing, panty sniffing, using your panties to jerk off, male masturbation

minors dni!!

he’s absolutely disgusting. stepbro! kazutora enjoys stealing your panties whether they were worn or not but prefers them been used. he loves the smell of your cunt and your panties being used throughout the whole day mixed with sweat, piss, and cunt wetting your panties. fuck he can’t help but bring them to his nose taking a good whiff while getting hard. taking his cock out his boxers he strokes his shaft while his phone is propped up against a pillow his screen displaying a picture of you posing at a carnival with a big smile. “shit!” his eyes glanced down at your white crop in the photo he could see your areola and nipples through the top his hands squeezing his cock picking up the pace while still breathing into your panties. he licked the lining of the panites where your cunt covered before sniffing again throwing his head back with a loud moan. “fuck, i’m close!” he quickly takes your panties and wraps it around his cock jerking himself off looking back the photo of you. he rubs the head of his cock on the panty liner where cunt laid on wetting it with his cock. “oh fuck!” imagining what your cunt feels like around his cock and wanting to stick his nose into your cunt just to sniff because he was addicted with what he could get from your panties. jerking his cock a couple time with your panties around it cumming hard accidently getting some on his phone. he takes your panties and used it to clean the cum off his screen before tossing your panty into his drawer with the others he stole.

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[stargirlo]

𝓙 UST A LITTLE SQUEEZE? ─ MULTI CHAR.

"PLEASE LET ME FUCK YOUR TITS!" he whined, practically on his knees begging for you to finally give in to his little fantasies. you sighed exasperatingly. "i'll give you one rule though," you lowly spoke to him, hands on your hips. "don't cum on my hair." holy shit, you agreed!? was he dreaming?

content warnings: fem coded reader, a lot of mentions of you having big boobs, begging, boob job, blow job, teasing, facial (he can't control it so he cums in ur face >:( ), cum eating, snowballing, etc etc.

💌: a little appreciation 4 my big titty girlies <3 && thank u sm for 100 followers, never had been so happy !!! the sudden wave of motivation is soooo rare 4 me ohemgee! :oooo

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊ "pleaseee let me just squeeze them, jus' a little bit! pleasepleaseplease,"

he was constantly nagging you for just a simple squeeze of your perky tit, but you kept on refusing. its not like you were weirded out by his needy actions but it's just that you didn't expect someone to be so obsessed over your tits. you were a little insecure about them a while back because in your own words, you said that you looked "too fat" or "too disoriented" but honestly, your boyfriend loves them! he doesn't see any issues about your big tits, wether they're saggy or not.

he loves it whenever you wear his oversized shirts without a bra supporting your perky breasts, nipples poking out of the cotton fabric of his shirt immediately makes him huff like a dog. he loves it when your boobs jiggle whenever you make the simplest moves, wether its you swaying your hands around while you talk, or when you walk around the house.

his eyes will always land to your bouncy tits.

he loves giving you hugs, having a great opportunity to feel your tits pressed against his chest, he could practically feel the softness and the plumpness of your swelled tits. ughhh, it just makes his mind go blank!!!

"please let me fuck your tits!" he whined, practically on his knees begging for you to finally give in to his little fantasies. you sighed exasperatingly. "i'll give you one rule though," you lowly spoke to him, hands being placed on your hips. "don't cum on my hair." holy shit, you agreed!? was he dreaming?

𝜗𝜚 ‧ . ° "h─holyyy shiit, ohmygoddd... f─fuck ye'r tits feel s'good mamiii.."

he moans like a literal slut, your breasts hugging his cock and keeping it warm, the tip of your tounge flicking the head of his cock. pre-cum beading through he slit of his pinkish tip before your tounge eagerly swipes away his essence. you softly moaned, cupping your breasts and rubbing his shaft slowly, creating a delicious fricition. "d─didn't know it'll feel t─this good─ ohfuck!"

you giggled, beady eyes locked with his as your filthy mouth wraps around his cock, sucking the head of his cock. his body jolts, hips bucking up as more of his cock easily slips further in to your mouth. "mami─ oh shit, don't stop, don't stop, don't stoppp," he begs, a trembling hand coming up to move your head downward as his fingers desperately tug on your scalp.

your choked moan vibrates against his cock, tears bubbling on the corner of your eyes as it was already too much for you to handle. reluctantly, you withdrew your mouth away from his cock, leaving him to elicit a needy whine. "babyyy─ why'd you... why'd you stop?" he breathlessly spoke, looking down at you with a small pout. but you didn't stop, not when you moved your tits up and down his cock in a subtle rhythm. he clenches his jaw tightly, his pearly whites grinding against one another to stifle out a whimper. "what a naughty boy you are..." you cooed, and holy shit you could feel his cock throbbing at your words. "so dirty." your breath ghosted against his cock, feeling a subtle twitch.

"please─ need to feel your warm mouth againn.." he beckoned you, eyebrows pinching together as the overwhelming feeling slowly starts to frustrate him. "please mami─ oh!" his body tenses up again, your mouth wrapping around his cock again. the tits and mouth combo sent him to cloud nine, his thighs trembled as your saliva coats your cleavage. he hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back while he swallowed a lump of saliva that brewed in his mouth, his adams apple flexing in his throat.

"g'nna cum, holy shit─ 'm cummin' mami, fuckfuckfuck..!" his moans grew slightly louder, his free hand clasping on the bedsheets as if he was holding on for dear life.

you pulled your mouth away from his cock, once again. jerking him off with your tits before he couldn't take it anymore, his hot and steamy cum spurts from his flushed tip as the thick strings of his cum land all over your perky breasts and on your face . . . and hair . . .

"ay─!" you gasped, closing one of your eyes as he just couldn't stop cumming. he's so nasty, sooooo disgusting!! a stifled giggle elicits from your lips, watching as he becomes putty into the bed, the aftershocks of his mind shattering orgasm leaving his body limp.

he softly gasped once he realized the mess he had made, on himself and on you. "fuck─ heh, my bad..." he chuckles dryly, your tounge swiping on your bottom lip to give his release a little taste. so bitter.

"i told you not to get it on my hair, pendejo!" you playfully smacked his knee, looking up at him with a pout. your expression tempted him, the way you just look at him makes him want to ruin you next. "c'mere baby, gimme a kiss..." he leans forward, placing his hand on the back of your head as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. you yelped, his tounge quickly slipping into your mouth as he took a little taste of himself, the bittersweetness of his own release.

how fucking nasty you both are!!!

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