#kazuya smut

[luvlyycy]

I saw the pussy eating headcanons you did for Lee Chaolan and I knew I had to read more of Tekken men eating pussy, so can I please request headcanons of Jin, Kazuya and Hwoarang doing that please?

RAAAGGGGGHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS ILY !!!!!!! . these are just like personally what i think they eat pussy like based off of personality.. hope u enjoy !!! ♡ (p.s, not rlly hc form cus i cant write hcs 😭 more like one shots!)

JIN KAZAMA — 🍱

Jin is a messy eater, it's honestly shameful. Such a big man between your thighs, gulping up your juices as if you were going to be taken away. There's a mixture of spit and squirt running down his chin, three fingers splitting open your cunt— it sounds so disgusting, but it's distustingly delightful. The squelching, slurping, and even spitting is driving you insane. Your hand gets entangled in his black locks, causing him to groan into your cunt, dark eyes peering up at you— your thighs jiggling and shaking around his head. You have him hooked around your finger— he'll do anything for you, as long as he gets a taste of your sweet pussy.

"You.. taste so.. good.."

KAZUYA MISHIMA — 🍲

Kazuya eats like he's a fucking beast as if your pussy is the only meal he's had in weeks. He's groaning into your clit as you sit on his face, his thick tongue dragging across your cunt— lapping up the juices falling from your drenched hole. Strong hands are placed on your hips, dragging your pussy over his face— tongue slipping in and out of your hole, over your clit and your asshole. He can't even hear his thoughts from how loud you are moaning, hands pulling at his hair before grabbing onto the headboard. You're whining, whimpering, and trying to pull away but he holds you there. You got yourself in this mess, and you aren't getting away.

"Is this what you fucking wanted?"

HWOARANG — 🍤

Dirty, nasty, absolutely disgusting, that's the type of man he is. It's not his fault, he just loves you so much that he has to show you just how much. Large hands spread your cheeks as he licks at your folds from the back, his spit dripping down from your clit onto the sheets before he spits on your asshole, rubbing his thumb on your hole. Oh, and he loves to talk...

"Like that, baby? Pussy's beggin' for more, yeah?"

"Awwh, fuck. You taste s'fuckin' good."

"Cumming again, mama? Yeah? Cum all over my fucking face."

He knows the effect he has on you, just from how many times your legs shake and your pretty clit shoots out the squirt he loves so much.. God, you drive him fucking crazy.

[koushuwu]

» puppy dog — miyuki kazuya x reader  *:･ﾟ✧

18+ content | 2k words | kazuya has always been exeptionally full of himself. at least to the outside word, and maybe you can't help but want to but him in his place. something that turns out to be a thrill like no other.

cw: afab!reader, pet names (big boy, darling etc.), slight dry humping, premature ejacutation, dubcon (if you squint), virgin!kazuya, experienced!reader, very slight corruption kink (also if you squint), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, spit.

with his back pressed firmly into the plush of the couch, kazuya swallowed thickly. you watched on with a wry smile as he did, eyes tracking the bob of his adams apple. you stood before him, looming, presence hovering before him. you hadn’t even touched him yet, but his mouth felt dry and his breath stuttered as you placed your knee on the couch beside him. you were close. so, so close. His gaze flickered, currently lacking the bold gleam and brazen confidence he usually liked to sport, he couldn’t meet yours head on.

you’d always known that he was full of himself. or maybe full of himself wasn’t exactly the right words but he was cocky. and flirty. incredibly so. on that specific day, you’d heard one too many of his obnoxious flirty remarks, and that’s when a strong desire arose in you. a desire to make him falter. to somehow wipe that insufferable smirk off of his face. something you would soon learn, wasn’t as hard as one would think. so that’s when you turned to him and uttered.

“you really think you’re all that, huh?” you cocked your head to the side and studied him as a wicked little grin tugged at the corner of your mouth. “well have at it, big boy. show me what you’re made of.”

“don’t start something you can’t finish, darling,” he said, the final word spoken in a mocking drawl. you knew that his words were meant as a warning, but you were not about to back down. not now. not when you’d so clearly upped and challenged him. and so you stepped closer to the couch. to him.

“oh i intend to follow through. darling.” as you spoke, you added even more pressure to the pet name, turning his own mockery right back on him. not only had his eyes widened at your words, it had also effectively shut him up, his mouth snapping shut and trapping the words inside that had readily sat at the tip of his tongue. the tiny kindle inside of you flared at the sight, and you couldn’t help but want to see him crack even further, and all but a beat, you’d moved up to him entirely. “do you?”

now you were straddling his frame on the couch, lowering your weight down to his clothed lap. a sharp inhale whistled between his teeth the moment you rested against him, and you couldn’t help the wicked ruse of sinful glee that was bubbling inside of you. “oh, fuck,” he hissed when you did a teasing little roll of your hips. his collected exterior was cracking and the confidence slipped at a rapid pace that you hadn’t expected, but yet made you feel powerful. strong. sexy. on each side of you, kazuyai’s hands were digging into the fabric of the couch. hard. his lower lip tucked in between his teeth as he repeatedly tried to maintain eye contact. something he’s yet to succeed. the strain underneath you and his already shallow breathing made the final jigsaw piece slide in place when it clicked.

“miyuki,” you cocked an eyebrow at him and his eyes darted back to yours. “have you never done this before?”

“what?”

“are you a virgin?” you asked him. you half expected him to deny it, but he didn’t. his fingers twitched against the couch and his jaw clenched. but then he nodded, gaze averting yours again as his teeth dug into his lip harder.

“well then,” you said with a teasing lilt in your voice. confident, you guided his hands up to rest on your thighs, while moving in to catch his gaze once more. “why don’t you let me show you a good time, big boy.”

when kazuya had nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically despite the eversion of your gaze, it hadn’t taken you long before your panties lay discarded on the floor along with his shirt. the straps of your dress hanging loosely off your shoulders, revealing a tad more of your chest than could be deemed properly decent. between your smaller hands were his bigger one. you’d picked it up and held it in front of you, his fingers splayed against nothing but air. his breathing hitches when your saliva trickles from your tongue to his fingers. he should probably be weirded out by it, something told him at the back of his mind. grossed out. but he wasn’t. instead he found himself transfixed by the sight of your tongue sticking out. your spit rolling off of it, stretching to meet his skin. transfixed, also, by the wet feeling against his fingers. so much so, that his cock jumped underneath you, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him, relishing in the delicious friction against your sex.

“fuck—”

when you put his fingers in your mouth, kazuya was so sure he was going to die. he was going to combust and die a virgin, and he wouldn’t even mind. your tongue against his fingers and your pussy grinding against him. what could possibly be better than this? a question, he would very soon find, and feel, the answer to. a question, to which, the answer came, the moment you pulled his fingers from your mouth, and guided them south. with one hand, you held his chin and kept him still as you captured his lips with yours. with the other, you led his slick hand underneath your short dress, and once you pressed one of his fingers and your own past the entrance of your wet hole, that is when he knew the answer to his question. this. this was even better. so much so, that he groaned softly, breaking the kiss as his jaw grew slack, his eyes glazed and his eyebrows knitted together. just then, you took a moment to just admire the view, bearing clear evidence as to just what you did to him. truly a sight to behold. but you weren’t done yet. of course you weren’t, you’d promised him a good time after all.

“h-hold on–” kazuya’s voice was small. frail even. and every little bit filled with the anticipation you inspired in him. your movements stilled as you cocked your head to the side. his free hand had laid itself against your hip bone, fingers dipping into your skin. “i’m– i’m gonna– please– slow down–”

“oh no, poor guy,” you cooed, cupping his cheek in one hand, an action in such stark contrast to the filthy thoughts in your head and the way your other hand worked him deeper inside. “you close already?” you asked and rocked your hips against his hand and lap. kazuya’s breathing hitched and his lower lip sucked in between his teeth.

kazuya nodded frantically, and a twisted sense of joyful satisfaction settled inside, when you leaned down until your nose lightly bumped against his. the way he looked up at you, almost felt dizzying, eyes all glazed and dilated pupils.

“what if i don’t want to take it slow?” your words came as a whisper, yet they rung through the air between you. around you. everywhere. at first, kazuya didn’t react. then his eyes widened. slowly as the implication dawned on him.

“no. no, no, no—“ he started, but neither of you heard the rest, when you caught his lips with yours, relishing in how sharply he inhaled when you connected. when you rocked down against him and increased the rhythm of which you worked his fingers into you. his free hand desperately clawed at your thigh, but you didn’t slow. fingers dipped harder into your skin as his fingers angled in just the right direction. you moaned against his lip and his fingers twitched, his hips bucked and a loud whine of his own followed yours.

kazuya had said he was close, but you hadn’t expected it to be that easy to push him over the edge. but now that you had, his breath was heaving and you felt utterly accomplished. accomplished, but not yet satisfied, your hunger only momentarily quenched.

once kazuya came down from his high, cheeks flushed and cheeks heated, it took him a moment before to decipher the scene in front of him. both your hands worked to undo his pants, and he only just registered what was happening, when his cock sprung free, and the charged air between you, ghosted over his sensitive skin. his eyes flicked to yours, only to find your gaze already fixed on his with a bemused glimmer in your eye.

“i promised you a good time, didn’t i?” you asked him, but cut him off before he could reply, lips parted slightly as if ready to speak. “don’t think that means you’re the only one who gets to have fun, though.”

surprise clearly evident in every feature of his face, mingled with the just as clear hypnotic daze of his arousal. it makes you want to laugh. not because it’s funny that he desires you. but because it’s so incredibly endearing, something so starkly contrasting kazuya’s usually confident and collected attitude. it’s endearing, and it makes you feel powerful. it makes you feel in control and it makes your pussy clamp in anticipation. so you smile at him, eyes glimmering in mischief as your hand wrapped around his cock. the sounds he makes when you give him a couple of strokes are something so pathetic and you can’t help but relish in his noises. the pitch change, reaching even higher when you finally take him inside.

he knew deep down, that he should have said something. should have asked you to wait. should have– should have– but he didn’t. he was too far gone for that, and when you settled against his lap, his head fell to your shoulder as a shudder ripped through his body, and he just couldn’t care less. or maybe he would have cared if he had half a mind to string any coherent thoughts together at all. but as it was, he didn’t.

“hey now,” firm fingers curled around his chin and tilted his head up, until his eyes met yours. ”look at me, big boy.” he’s looking at you. he is, but through the haze of the pleasurable rolls of your hips against his lap, he doesn’t actually see much. he’s trying though. but when your movements pick up pace, pathetic moans spill over his lips, and his eyes roll back. if you hadn’t held his chin, you knew his head would be lolling to the side. he was utterly drunk on the feeling of being inside of you, and judging by the shameless whining and moaning, he didn’t mind being at your mercy this way. his hands moved as if on instinct and settled harshly on your hips once again, and that’s when he surprised you. his hips bucked, thrusting up to meet the roll of your hips, punching a moan from your own lungs. at first you thought it’d been intentional, but when you looked at him it was clear that it hadn’t been. his body worked entirely on it’s own accord, bucked and writhed, stroked and grabbed, all in time with your movements, subconsciously creating a synchronized chase on your shared highs. at this point, the air surrounding you filled with both of your moans. it filled with the wet sounds of his cock grinding into your pussy. it filled with the heat radiating from your bodies. and it filled with the charged electricity and anticipation, until it broke. pleasure washed over you, covering everything and engulfing you completely in the sweetness flitting into every corner of the room.

your highs subsided, way too early for kazuya’s liking. actually, this whole moment in time with you, ended far too early. you weren’t actually sure what you’d expected. probably that you’d had sex and that would be it. it wouldn’t change anything. but as it was, you’d soon learn that things would absolutely change. not for you, but for kazuya. it took a few days before you really realized but when you did, that incredible feeling of being powerful swelled up in your chest once more. not only had kazuya’s demeanor slightly shifted towards you. oh no, the guy’s gaze followed your every move with something soft and dazed in his eyes, and often times you found that he followed close behind when you went anywhere he couldn’t see you. kazuya had definitely changed. from brazen and confident to no more than something akin to a lost puppy dog, that’s finally found it’s owner.

[ozzgin]

need Daitou and Kazuya to rail me

like both of them.

at the same time.

🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

tie me up choke me slap me pls im begging

I hear you, anon.

Fem!Reader NSFW under the cut!

[cuddlyscribe]

Yay requests are back! Can't tell ya how much I've missed your writing Hon, hope you been taking care!

Okay so back on my Kazuya train (Can't get enough of this dilf!) I wanna see him jealous! Like he has no reason to be loving femdom s/o is obviously into him and him alone but I have a need for jealous cutie, and to reassure said jealous cutie 😏😏😏 SFW and NSFW if possible please and thank you! 💙

hello my dear!! that is so kind of you to say, I've been doing well and am finally getting a chance to relax! hopefully these lil headcanons will spice up your day! 🖤

[TEKKEN MASTERLIST]

Oh man, you wanna talk jealous? I'm pretty sure that Kazuya invented the word. And if he didn't, he sure as hell owns it.

I hope that you like a jealous s/o, because when the feeling strikes him, you will know about and truly get to enjoy everything that comes with it.

Kazuya isn't aggressive with you and doesn't take anything out on you; he trusts you with his life and truly believes that you can do no wrong.

It's just other people that he does not trust. Kind of to be expected considering his experiences.

If you guys are out and jealousy starts to boil over in Kazuya, he will stand very close to you. Closer than he already was.

He will keep his hand firmly on your waist and give perhaps the most terrifying death stare to whoever has dared to invade your space.

And you won't even have to look at Kazuya to know that he's feeling jealous. All you have to do is look at how everyone else is reacting; if they're sweating, you know what's up.

But for the most part, Kazuya saves his strongest emotions for when you two are alone.

Though he could easily grab you and kiss you for everyone to see, he doesn't even think they're worthy of getting to see the two of you like that.

His vulnerability is saved only for you!

spice under the cut!

With the absolutely carnal energy that is radiating off of Kazuya, I am well and truly sure that you will be running home with excitement, LOL.

Kazuya is probably his roughest when he's jealous. Most of the time he will be as gentle as you want him to be (or not), but when he feels jealous he just has this pent up energy that he needs to express.

Please speak up if you don't like it because this man will fuck you SO hard you will be needing crutches for the rest of the week.

He will happily slam the front door shut when you get home (by some miracle it does not fly off the hinges) and bend you over the counter before you can even utter a word.

Kazuya will growl in your ear about how badly he wants you and that he's been so hard for you all night. There's no one else that can sate him, not a soul but you.

He will take his time with you, peeling each layer of clothing off so slowly that it'll have you moaning and panting for him to just hurry up...

And once you're all undressed for him, he will take you on every surface in the house. Counter's a given, dining table, bathroom sink, you name it he will fuck you against it.

He'll just kiss his way up and down your stomach and along your breasts and just revel in how you scream for him. Please tell him how good his cock is making you feel because it's all for you.

You moaning his name is all the reassurance he needs~

[heaven-s-black-box]

Notes-Turn ons Miyuki & more

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Recovery date: October 2nd, 2024

Description: Coming through with more dna asks! Headcanons for what are some turn ons / offs for Miyuki, Furuya, and sawamura? Sfw and nsfw please? Like what they like in a girl etc, do they like boobs butt or thighs lol

Includes- Aged up Character

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. Also the turn offs are kind of just, a thing they're not in to? Honestly I find it hard to differentiate between a turn off and a preference, but I tried.

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Miyuki Kazuya

I think he really likes your hands

You can tell a lot about someone from their hands and whether yours are just as calloused as his or not, he loves them

But if they are softer than his, he prefers how they feel wrapped around his dick

Way nicer than his

Also match his snark and don’t take any of his shit

One time he was being a little too mean to the underclassmen and you chewed him out right then and there

He’s going to think about that tone of voice a lot, and he will also try and get you to use it again

The sooner you catch on, the more you can tease him about it

Turn offs, probably pain especially sharp pain

He can handle bites and scratches, that kind of dull pain, but sharp pain makes him worried about injuries

Furuya Satoru

He likes your thighs because they make an excellent pillow

I don’t know what else you were expecting

It’s not even sexual

However, it is while he is resting on your lap he discovers he likes having his hair tugged

You were just combing through it and wanted him to look up, so you gave a few gentle tugs instead of untangling your fingers to tap him

It’s actually the combination of being so close to your crotch and the tugging

But after a while he associates getting his hair tugged with eating you out

Turn offs, I feel like degradation

He’s felt so alone and disliked for so long that degradation just triggers a ton of bad memories

Sawamura Eijun

Boobs, he is a simple man

You don’t even need to be “showing them off” and he’ll stare at them

Tying in to his other turn on, he loves seeing you in his jersey

He worked hard for that, and seeing you in it is an ego boost

And it’s specifically his jersey with nothing on underneath, his other clothes don’t get him going like that

You learned this when all of your clothes were in the laundry and one of his jerseys, which get washed separately, was laying about

The fastest way to get him going, even if he’s just come back from a game or practice

Turn offs, also degradation but because he’s a moron

Like, it’s a turn off as in it ruins the mood because if you try and degrade yourself he starts a serious talk about how amazing you are

And if you try and degrade him he picks a fight

[boohaitani]

my baseball nerd | miyuki kazuya x reader

summary: in which kazuya is just being the baseball nerd he is

word count: about 500

just fluff <33

The sound of the television filled the room as Kazuya sat on the couch, his eyes glued to the baseball game playing out on the screen. Y/N joined him, curious about the intensity in his gaze as he watched every pitch and analyzed every play.

"Kazuya, you're such a baseball nerd," she teased, nudging him playfully.

He turned to her with a mischievous smile, not taking his eyes off the game. "Well, Y/N, it's not every day you get to witness the brilliance of the game firsthand. There's so much strategy, technique, and skill involved. It's fascinating."

Y/N chuckled, leaning closer to him. "I'll never understand your obsession with baseball, but I do love seeing your passion for it. You light up when you talk about the game."

Kazuya's eyes twinkled with excitement. "It's more than just a game, Y/N. It's a beautiful dance between the pitcher and the batter, a battle of wits and athleticism. Each pitch holds the potential for greatness or disappointment. And as a catcher, I get a front-row seat to all of it."

Y/N leaned back against the couch, crossing her arms playfully. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky to have a baseball nerd for a boyfriend. At least you'll always have something to talk about."

Kazuya's grin widened as he turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "Oh, Y/N, you have no idea. I could talk about baseball for hours. The strategies, the statistics, the rivalries—it's endless. And I won't hesitate to educate you on the intricacies of the game."

She rolled her eyes, feigning exasperation. "Please, spare me the baseball lectures. I might just fall asleep."

He pretended to be offended, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Fall asleep? My passionate discussions about baseball are riveting, Y/N. I promise you won't be able to tear your eyes away."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, Kazuya, I'll humor you. Just don't be too disappointed when I start daydreaming about other things."

He feigned shock, his eyes widening. "How dare you? Baseball should be the only thing occupying your mind at all times!"

Their banter continued throughout the game, with Kazuya passionately explaining various plays and Y/N playfully teasing him about his obsession. It was a familiar dance between them, a playful back-and-forth that brought joy and laughter to their relationship.

As the game reached its climax, Kazuya's excitement grew, his eyes never leaving the screen. Y/N watched him, marveling at his childlike enthusiasm and unwavering dedication to the sport he loved.

"You know," she said, breaking the playful banter for a moment, "your passion for baseball is one of the things I love about you. It's a part of who you are, and I wouldn't change it for the world."

Kazuya turned to her, a soft smile on his face. "And your acceptance of my baseball nerdiness is one of the things I love about you. You embrace all parts of me, even the ones that might seem a little strange."

Y/N leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Well, someone has to keep you grounded, right?"

He chuckled, his eyes still glinting with excitement. "I suppose you're right. And who knows, maybe one day you'll find yourself caught up in the magic of baseball too."

Y/N grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Never say never, Kazuya. With you by my side, anything is possible."

[no1frogfan]

Untitled Miyuki Kazuya phone sex drabble

Miyuki Kazuya x afab reader

Word count: ~1.5k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Dubcon phone sex (reader doesn’t know? Miyuki can hear them, ecouteurism), masturbation (m&f), Miyuki is a desperate virgin, a touch of angst

Note: In a FRENZY due to this art by nume, and fever-fueled by writings by ix & mica. I wasn’t trying to make this as long as I predicted, but it’s not surprising I guess that this art has me so fucking depraved

Part 2, the next day

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bzzzzzzzzzz bzz—

He quickly swipes to answer.

“ ‘llo?” he mumbles.

No response.

“Hello?” Miyuki repeats, a little louder, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Still no response.

He pulls the phone back. It’s you calling, and — he squints at the display the top of the screen — it’s just past 2am. What could you possibly be calling about at this hour? Did something happen? Is something wrong? He throws the covers off and presses the phone back to his ear, calling your name louder than before.

Finally, he hears something. A rustle, then—

A soft gasp.

More rustling. A keen.

He’s wide awake now, palms starting to sweat, free hand clutching his knee. What’s happening?

Another gasp, no a moan.

It can’t be. You can’t be.

He turns the volume up, holds his breath. Rapt.

Fabric brushes against the phone. You’re adjusting yourself, settling with a drawn-out hum. Your delicate sighs start again, breaths shallower and quicker, and there’s no mistaking it now. Miyuki sits transfixed at the edge of his bed, grateful for the tile against the soles of his feet to cool the need burning in his blood.

Your voice gets pitchier, throat tensing to a quiet whine.

He’s picturing you now, head pressed against your pillow, fingers dancing around your clit. Maybe you’ve dipped one or two inside already, drawing out the slick pooling there and smearing it over your slit. He’s never been so hungry, and he doubts anything else could taste as sweet. Saliva floods his mouth at the thought. The skin there must be so velvety and sensitive. He wants to nip at your inner thighs, suck at that little bundle of nerves, run his hot tongue over your lips and bury it in your soaking core.

He wants to make you grind against his face, frantic, make you whine louder. He’s never done it before but he’s a fast learner. He’s sure he could.

You mewl, and Miyuki answers with his own hushed whimper. It feels like all the blood in his body is pulsing along the length of his cock. He shifts to relieve the tension between his legs, but even a slight flinch has his sensitive head chafing against his boxer briefs, the sensation making his jaw clench.

The sharp pain of his fingernails digging into his thighs brings him hurtling back to his room. The phone is pressed so hard against his ear that it may as well be fused into the side of his skull.

He looks down, and the size of the damp patch on his underwear draws out another whimper. He’s so hard it hurts.

He slowly unlatches his hand from his thigh and reaches over to palm himself lightly over the fabric, inhales and exhales rattling like yours every time he runs his thumb over the head.

You choke out a moan, and…you must have bumped the phone because nothing is muffled anymore. Suddenly he can hear the rough edges of your desire, and it sends an agonizing pang straight to his — NO. He has to stop. He should hang up. You’ve called him by accident. He shouldn’t be listening.

He should hang up.

This isn’t right.

He should hang up.

He wrenches the phone away from his ear. Or, he’s just about to, he swears he was, but he hears a squelch. A squelch. Fuck how wet are you? Your cries are throatier now with every thrust of your…fingers? A toy? What he wouldn’t give to know. The wet slap slap slap betrays how absolutely fucking soaking you must be.

And he’s only human, isn’t he?

He can only take so much, he justifies to himself as he pulls down the band of his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock with a shudder of relief. It smacks him hard in the abdomen, flinging pearly drops of precum across his chest.

Kazuya spits on his palm and rubs it over the head of his cock, smearing sweat and spit and pre as he slowly drags his hand along the length of his veiny shaft. His fingers catch lightly on the skin with each stroke. He leans over to dribble more saliva onto it. If he were there he could just dip the swollen head into your folds, wet it with a grind along your drenched pussy.

He’s been working up his courage for weeks, and this is what it’s come to, rubbing one out, alone, in the dark. It’s almost sad that he can’t dream of anything better, but he doesn’t regret it, especially not when he hears you fumble around, the glide of wood against wood. A click. A light buzzing. You swoon.

He responds with an unwitting groan.

His tendons flex as he pumps himself faster, desperate impatience winning out over his desire to bask in the moment.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” you wail.

You’re writhing around now, sheets rubbing against the mic, hoarse gasps sounding against his ear. Kazuya’s mouth has gone dry. His back arches, his quaking abs are covered in a sheen of sweat as he strains with the effort of holding back. He wants to slow down, the pressure keeps building, he wants to prolong this so bad but he’s so fucking close already and he can’t stop.

His knuckles have gone white around the phone. His breath only able to come out in short little wheezes. The heat in his core builds. His balls feel tight, he’s right there.

You’re just as much of a mess. Every clap against your sopping cunt practically reverberates off the walls in perfect time with his fist.

Between your sobbing pleas, the thwack of skin against skin, between your screams and his, he can just make out— “Fuck, I’m so close” — the sound of you begging, “ ‘m so-o close -uki— oh my g— just like that, please, please— fu-uck me -uya, just like that.”

Fear flickers deep in his brain (his hand never slows down), you’re calling for Tetsuya, you’ve got to be, you want fucking Yuuki (you’re close now too, your words croaky) who’s so charismatic, who’s a (fuck, he’s right there, he’s right there) much better captain, who’s—

A lightning strike, a brilliant burst against the inside of his eyelids, a shockwave. He convulses, chokes, shouts when he cums. He bucks uncontrollably against his fist as white hot ropes shoot up, over and over, more than he’s ever cum, more than he thought possible, splattering against his neck, his chest, his stomach. He lets out a long, quivering whine. It’s too much it’s too much but there’s more, there’s still more, more thick streaks paint his pecs, hit him in the chin. He’s disoriented, aching, almost delirious by the time the spurts get weaker, globbing on his thighs and leaking down his shaft and puddling over the coarse hairs at his base.

He comes to, collapsed on the bed, twitching and wincing with empty spasms, so hypersensitive that he swears he can feel the air of his exhales against his tip. The ringing in his ears come into focus as loud curses and moans, a rush of pleasepleaseyespleasefuckpleasefuckmgonna—

A swallowed moan, a garbled wail, the waves must be washing over you now as he hears you thrash against the bed. Your wails are loud, almost blowing out the speaker on his phone.

“Fuck,” he yelps and hangs up.

Fuck.

He runs his clean hand down his face before resting his forearm over his eyes. It feels cool against the heat of his face.

He lays there, chest heaving, coming down from his high. Sweat and cum pool and swirl over his skin, some trickling into his belly button, some settling across his torso, some dribbling into the sheets.

It’s not until he turns and feels the streaks drying against his skin that he realizes how long he’s been laying there. He sits up with a groan, muscles twinging, shivering from the cold air that hits his sweat-soaked back.

His breathing has settled but his heart is still pounding in his chest.

The haze of arousal has faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt. He forgot he was still on the phone. He was loud too, maybe louder than you. His head is swimming. Did you hear him? Why didn’t he mute himself? You couldn’t have heard with how loud you were, right? Otherwise you would’ve hung up. Right? He can only hope that’s the case. Hope you won’t look at your recent calls. Won’t check the call times and see that he answered. Won’t notice he stayed on the line the entire time.

He doesn’t look down, doesn’t want to be faced with what he’s done.

He’s seen you unlock your phone enough times to know the password, maybe when he sees you tomorrow, he can delete the evidence.

Miyuki stands on shaky legs and pads to the shower. He turns the water up as hot as he can stand.

[pinkmirth]

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ℐ 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ . . . nsfw/fluffy works for the ‘ TEKKEN ’ franchise! sift through to find what you like, cutie! and over all else, minors shoo!

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❥ a handful of headcanons for jin! (sfw & nsfw)

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❥ piece of work! (rivals trope smut-fic)

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꒰ nothin' yet... fics for (KAZUYA) are soon to come!

last update: (APRIL 18TH!) . . . frequenty updated, more to come!

[kristailine]

Pay attention, I hope that you listen

'Cause I let my guard down

Right now I'm completely defenseless

HURT / COMFORT ALERT

Hello fam, I posted another kazujun one-shot inspired by the song "If I Could Fly" by One Direction. It's mostly Kazuya centric tho as it explores the effects of the traumatic events that Kazuya had experienced throughout his life and letting himself be vulnerable in the eyes of Jun.

This one-shot is part of a collection of one-shots inspired by songs "Think of Me in Between the Words of a Sweet Melody"

I put a lot of love on writing this one-shot, especially on writing out Kazuya's character. I tried to balance the narrative's focus on Kazuya's struggles and as well as the comfort that Jun can provide for him. I totally do not think of it as out of character for him to suffer from occassional panic attacks with what he's been through, so I really wanted to shed some light on his inner struggles because if we were to portray him realistically, there's always moments of vulnerability.

Anyway school seems to be starting earlier than I expected lmao I'm actually going to class tomorrow. HOWEVER, I refuse to leave my pending wips on hold, I will try my best to keep on writing since I still have a lot of things I want to share and explore about Kazuya and Jun, both as individual characters and their dynamics in their relationship.

Thank you so much to the people who check out my stuff and support it! You all truly make my day and it makes me feel giddy hihihi. I appreciate all of you. Go have a nice day after reading my fics :>>

[i-luv-yuu]

Hey everyone, I’m back with a new form of content, it’s a newly published podcast I did with my brother on how to live life after a death of a loved one commemorating our mother’s suicide on Mother’s Day. I would greatly appreciate a listen or a share! If the podcast gets 30 new listeners, I’ll release an update on the highly requested NFSW Kuroo x reader smut, Elevator Escapades as well as another update on my Daiya no ace angst, What You Left Behind both within this month!!! So if you want an update for those fics, PLEASE give it a listen and share it with your friends and family! It’s available aible on multiple platforms such as Apple podcast and Spotify and many more!!

[itjazzbicch]

About Time PT. 2

Pairing:  Hwoarang x Fem Reader 

Summary: About Time PT. 1

After the tournament ends and the reader is fully recovered from her injury, she's back to training, where Hwoarang is keeping an eye on her, wanting a rematch against her, but this fight is very different from their last...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Swearing, sparring match, teasing dynamic, foreplay, oral F receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), creampie

Word Count: 1.7k 

After losing in the tournament to Jin, things took a turn that we did not expect when Hwoarang and I went to watch in the Colosseum.

Fighting against Kazuya banged me up even more, but thanks to some teamwork, both G Corp and Kazuya were taken down, and we could all live normally again.

As for me? I had to heal up. So, I didn't leave home.

The doctor told me to take it easy, but I seemed to be healing quicker than they anticipated, and after how long I spent resting in bed, I had been dying to do something exciting.

My home gym wasn't much, but I found some fun in throwing some kicks at my punching bag, a smile on my face as I felt no kind of pain anymore, a smirk growing on my face when I felt a set of familiar eyes on me, jumping and spinning in my next kick to be a showoff.

"Didn't the doctor tell you to take it easy?" Hwoarang always walked right in like he lived with me, coming in and cocking his eyebrow at me.

"I'm fine!" I assured, hitting another spinning kick and posing in stance as I landed on my feet, "See?"

"Appears so," He hummed, growing a devilish grin as he started tying up his hair.

I knew that sign; chuckling to myself, I stepped into the middle of the room, retaking my stance and flashing a smirk back at him:

"You want your rematch?"

"Yeah. Now that you're healed, you won't have any excuses when you lose," He always aimed to win, but I made sure to remind him that I did too:

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going to win just like I did last time."

"Shut up and fight," He chuckled, sharing a smirk with me as we both sent out a kick and began our little rematch.

I lost count of how many times we've had little matches like this. We were each other's equals, so as a few minutes passed, neither of us was going down.

Watching his every move delicately, I was able to dodge a kick he sent out, taking his leg to ground him. Locks weren't my thing, but to tease him, I put him in a leg lock and laughed:

"I'd just tap out if I were you!"

Sitting up and trying to break out of the lock, there was this look in his eyes that shifted the entire atmosphere around us, this heavy tension falling on us when he broke free, able to snatch my wrists and pin me to the floor as his forehead came to mine.

"The only one who's going to tap out is you."

We weren't sparring anymore; my chest heaved, felt so heavy when his chest pressed against mine, just staring into each other eyes till I whispered from the crippling anticipation:

"Well, I'm waiting..."

Squeezing my wrists, his lips pressed into mine hard, and as our lips clashed, exchanging tastes of our tongues, I moaned softly at how he bit my lower lip, only letting it pop free when he sat up and threw his shirt off, leaving me panting and burning up at the sight of his bare chest and abs.

"Oh yeah, I win..." He chuckled under his breath at how I couldn't stop admiring his body, his thumb at his waistband and teasing the toned muscle of his v-line, biting at my lip and practically drooling.

"It's not over just yet," I smirked back, taking off my shirt and sports bra in one swoop, giggling at his quick change from confidence to awe, blushing at the way my breasts bounced.

Hwoarang being speechless was always a sight for me, my hands finding my shorts next, and his flustered pink face turned devilish. It was clear that there was nothing to hold back anymore, his lips finding my neck, leaving bites and marks down my collarbone and to my breasts, his hands finding mine on the sides of my shorts.

"You want me?" I whispered in a teasing way, wanting to hear him say it, smiling against his lips as he picked his head back up and kissed me, grinding his hard-on into me:

"Just as bad as you want me."

I groaned into our kiss as I felt his grinding. Want was an understatement. I needed him, not daring to break our kiss, as I picked myself up from the floor, and he knew exactly what I was thinking, wrapping an arm around my waist to pick me up and head to my room.

Before we even made it to the bed, I had wiggled and kicked my way out of my shorts and panties, gasping whenever he dropped me onto the bed so suddenly, sucking in a deep breath with a whine when he pushed my legs up by the back of my thighs, leaving my soaked and dripping pussy wide open for him, his tongue rolling through my slicked fold then swirling around my clit, sucking for a moment to take in my taste, his lips parting with a slight smack as his eyes rolled in satisfaction:

"Oh fuck-"

"Hwoarang!"

He instantly lost all control, spreading my legs wide and going back to sucking my clit to the point where my toes were curling, his tongue swift with every lick, his eyes peeking up to see how I was squirming and moaning, whining from how he could keep my thighs pinned to the mattress, quivering in his grip.

"You gonna cum for me?" Letting go of my thighs, a finger slipped into me, pumping fast. At the same time, his tongue swirled around my clit just as quickly, adding another finger, pumping and scissoring me, making my thighs close his head in, taking a handful of his orange hair, grazing his scalp as I couldn't help but grind into him, getting closer to my high as I nodded frantically, moaning out:

"Yeah! Yeah! I'm-"

Pulling his fingers out, he devoured what was left of me right as my orgasm struck, my nerves burning so much that I was nearly rolling in bed, thighs squeezing his head as my back arched, gripping his hair harder, panting and crying out his name.

"Trying to drown me down here?" He teased with a chuckle when he finally picked up his head, licking his lips and wiping his chin, "Fuck, you taste so good."

"Still trying to get me to tap out, I see," I panted, too breathless to laugh, but had a grin on my face, gazing down to him when I felt his weight shift the bed, wiggling out of his pants and briefs, enjoying the teasing and the sight of him completely naked between my legs, stroking his cock and slapping it against my clit, smearing his precum.

"That's if you can handle more than one round. I almost had you just a minute ago. You think you can handle all this?"

He kept teasing me on purpose, his tip running through my wetness, circling my entrance, nearly making my eyes roll just from the little pleasure it gave off, that pleasure making me say:

"Just fuck me already, Hwoarang. Please..."

Right then and there, he had basically won the little game we were playing because no one could make me beg, and since he had the green light, this little game was over. All we wanted was to feel one another and chase the highs that the pleasure of it gave us.

"Ooo-ooh!"

With a pop, his tip eased into me, feeding more inches with each stroke, creating a steady tempo, our hands locking, staying pinned along the sides of my head while his lips returned to leave kisses and marks across my neck and breasts again.

"Hwoarang-" Squeezing his hands hard, his tip hit my sweet spot, my walls clenching around him tight, creating a sweet burn as he kept his cock buried for a moment, rolling his hips against mine as he let out a lingering groan:

"Shit...You trying to milk me already?"

My back arched in response, whining as he started thrusting again, much quicker this time, making sure his tip kept smacking that sweet point that had my pussy clenching him even harder, getting louder moans from me, one of my hands letting go of his to wrap around his neck, soon doing the same with the other as I cried out:

"Hwoarang! I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum then, baby," His tone wasn't cocky or teasing like before, his arms hooking under me as he bottomed me out every other thrust. The way he called me baby made my heart pound so hard, feeling the vein in my neck throb as I let out such a lewd moan, my legs latching around his waist out of instinct as I came, hearing a rather loud squelch. Our wet skin slapping as he fucked me through it.

His eyebrows were furrowed, biting his lip hard and panting during my orgasm, his body tensing up as his sweaty forehead met mine.

I didn't know what was taking over me, but I kept my legs latched around his waist as his pace slowed down, whispering to him:

"It's okay. You don't have to stop..."

"You sure?" He looked at me quickly, and I could see in his eyes that he felt as I did at that moment, surprising myself a little as my actual feelings slipped out of me, still moaning and high of pleasure as I admitted:

"Yeah, I love you! Just cum in me."

It took a moment to process what I just said out loud. I didn't have the time to process it, getting smacked with a kiss and his hips pounding into me more rapidly than ever, sharing a moan with me, hugging each other and tensing up as we felt his hot seed shooting into me, his quick, warm pants flying past my ear, hearing his whisper:

"I love you too, Y/N."

It felt like an enormous weight off my shoulders. I was anxious when I initially said those three words, but I squeezed him harder in our hug once I knew that he felt the same, giving him a soft kiss, exchanging sweet nothings for a moment as we caught our breath, then mentioning to him:

"There's just one more thing..."

"Yeah?"

"I didn't tap out, haha!"

He rolled his eyes at me initially, dropping to his side with me in his arms, spanking my ass and warning:

"You just wait till next time!" 

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[koushuwu]

» 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲 *:･ﾟ✧

»  𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: miyuki kazuya x reader | 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,5k | dna masterlist

»  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): AFAB reader, slightly soft dom(?) reader, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, praise kink, slight corruption kink, premature ejaculation, pet names m!recieving lmk if i missed anything.

»  𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Miyuki Kazuya does not need sex, thank you very much. he can handle himself, and honestly his focus is solely on baseball. somehow you manage to get him in bed though, and it turns out; Miyuki is a whiny lil’ bitch in bed.

»  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: reposted from my old blog @bacchira

Who would have thought Miyuki Kazuya to be a whiny mess in bed, really? Miyuki may be both cocky and confident, but he is also completely and utterly inexperienced. He himself wasn’t one to seek out partners. Never really felt the need. He played baseball and loved it. He was good at it. So, what more could he really want or need? Nothing really if you asked him. Honestly if he needed relief, he could take care of himself. He knew what he liked, and it wouldn’t take much time away from his training. So why would he feel the need to look for more? And truth be told, it wasn’t like girls or guys flocked around him for a chance to date him. Even with his undeniable skills at baseball and good looks, his raw personality kept many a suitor away through the years. But not you. You knew what he was about, but for some obscure reason, you didn’t shy away. Oh no.

It took you quite some convincing to even get him alone. He wasn’t looking for anything and he definitely didn’t have time for any nonsense, thank you very much. But you did manage to do just that in due time. To convince him. And once you did, it wasn’t actually that hard to get him where you wanted him. Which was underneath you.

“Shit,” his breath shuddered as you had his cock in a firm hold, condom rolled all the way down and rubbing the tip through your folds while persistently holding his gaze. Miyuki’s hands were fisted hard in the sheets of the bed under him, and even with the wall supporting his back, he’s desperate for anything to hold on to. To ground him. You bite down on your lower lip when you finally line up the tip of his cock with your entrance, letting yourself drop just slightly. Miyuki grabbed hold of your hips in a bruising hold when the tip of his cock pushed inside, eyes screwing shut behind his glasses.

“Hey,” you said, voice only betraying your own pleasure in the slightest. Miyuki being Miyuki, he probably would have noticed if it hadn’t been for the way you engulfed him so tightly. Snug and warm. “Pretty boy. Look at me.” Miyuki’s cock twitched at your words. And his hips bucked involuntarily. With labored breathing he opened his eyes once more to try and focus his gaze on you.

“Don’t— Don’t do that,” he panted.

“Oh?” You let yourself sink down further, enjoying the way his cock forced you open. “You like it when I call you that, Pretty Boy?” You really couldn’t help the cocky grin that formed on your lips. Miyuki was quite the sight, flushed, eyes shining, and teeth harshly gritted together. You couldn’t help but place a hand on his cheek, almost huffing a laugh as he leaned into your touch, jaw going slack.

Soon enough, you’d settled all the way down in his lap, cock sheathed deep inside your walls. You didn’t offer him much time to steel himself for what was to come before you rubbed your thumb over his bottom lip and rolled your hips against his. Miyuki’s hands twitched on your hips and a moan escaped his lips. His cheeks flushed even harder, seemingly embarrassed by the sound that had just left him, but to you— it only made you want to make him even more red. So, while you worked your hips against him, you found yourself propping your thumb into his mouth, forcing it further up. Pressing down in his tongue, Miyuki had no means to stop the sounds rising in his throat from tumbling out around your digit.

“You’re such a good boy. Do you like this?” you cooed and ground against him harder. A particularly high-pitched moan clearly told you that he did, but you needed him to acknowledge it. “Come on, don’t be shy. Do you like it?” And that was your good boy. Miyuki nodded with shiny eyes, a bit of drool slipping down his chin. This really was a sight for sore eyes.

It didn’t take you long to set up a pace that had Miyuki panting out the prettiest sound in time with your movements and had his muscles tensing up. No doubt he was at your mercy as you worked his cock until his eyes rolled back. Pulling your finger from his mouth, you leaned down and licked his lower lip, before capturing it between your teeth and pulling slightly. The moan he gave, had you picking up just that little bit of extra speed. Miyuki tilted his head in an attempt at catching your lips, but you couldn’t help but tease him by pulling back.

Sending him a confident grin, you took his hands in yours. Feeling him tremble slightly, you guided his hands, as his fingers ghosted over your skin, from your thighs and under your skirt. Sliding around your hips and settling on the mounds of your ass. Letting go of his hands, you own fingers quickly found their way to the front of Miyuki’s shirt, sliding up against his abs.

“Come on,” you told him as he looked at you with big eyes. “Have a feel.” With your own fingers against his, you help him support you as you shift gears and bounce in his lap.

“F—Fuck,” Miyuki ground out as his face scrunched up, teeth clenched, and one eye completely shut.

“Hm?” You kept your pace high as you guided one of his hands around to your front instead. Placing his hand against your abdomen and pressing his thumb to your clit had you shuddering and clenching around his cock. His hips bucked against you, meeting your thrusts. You moan and taking your pace up just another notch.

“S—slow down.” You almost laughed at the way he was clearly holding back, and for a second you considered whether you should push him over the edge already or play with him a bit longer. After a second or two you decided on the latter, slowing down until you were rolling your hips in slow circles against him.

“Does it feel good?” you asked him.

“Yes—”

“Do you want me to make you feel even better?” You felt Miyuki twitching inside of you and even before he nodded, you knew what it meant. He’d been so close, and if you wanted to play for longer, which you did, you’d have to shift gears. “How about I let you go raw instead?” Another, stronger, twitch inside of you replied as his fingers dug into your skin.

“I—” Miyuki gulped; eyes bewildered as he studied you with only half a mind to consider the risks. He could just pull out, right? Right. He knew that much. If he hadn’t been buried inside of you, he probably would have turned the offer down, but here he was. Right now, he wanted nothing more, so instead of objecting, he closed his mouth and nodded in agreement. You couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute.

“First, let’s get these off of you,” you told him, and carefully lifted his glasses off his face, setting them on the bedside table. “And this one follows.” Your hands returned to the hem of his shirt. He wasn’t late to push off the wall and helping get rid of his shirt, discarding it on the floor.

Miyuki reached for your shirt but hesitated, looking up at you. With a harder roll of your hips against his, you nodded in agreement and soon your shirt was discarded on the floor with his own. For a moment, as he was faced with your chest, he just stared. He’d never been one to stare, but you looked so good, and he had to bite his lip to refrain from just diving face-first into your chest. But instead, you picked that very moment to get off of his lap, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen accompanied by a soft whine from Miyuki himself.

“Second, we’re going to need this one off too,” you told him teasingly, but before you could reach out to help, Miyuki was discarding of the rubber as well. As he did so, you laid back on the bed and rested on your elbows, eyeing him up in challenge. Bending one knee and spreading that leg out to the side, you sent him a little smirk. “Show me what you’ve got, Pretty Boy.”

Miyuki wasted no time before he shoved off the wall and all but crawled over you. The hunger and excitement in his eyes had you chuckle softly as you beckoned him closer with a finger. His cheeks were red, his lips swollen and glistened in the dim light of the room. When he was in reach, you snatched his chin and brought his face to yours.

“You’re adorable, do you know that?” you whispered, and the red of his cheek deepened so fast and so intensely that you almost laughed again. Instead, you tilted your head up and caught his lips. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging onto the flesh of Miyuki’s ass, pulling him closer.

Feeling the mattress shift, you opened your eyes just slightly, watching as Miyuki reached down between your bodies. For a moment you let him try an align himself at your entrance, but with his eyes closed and lips locked with yours, that proved to be a difficult task. Miyuki’s eyes sprung open when your hand wrapped around his at the base of his cock. You broke the kiss and moved your head to the side of his, lips just shy of his ear.

“Let me help you,” you breathed against his ear. Steady and keeping his gaze locked with yours, you guide his hand until you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. You felt him already slipping inside from just a gentle buck of your hips. “Good boy,” you praise as Miyuki slips in further. Slick and his own precum made for a smooth entrance and soon enough, he made it all the way inside. Your hands settled on each side of his face, and you felt the catcher shudder when he’d bottomed out inside.

“Shit—” Supporting himself with both hands, one on each side of your face, Miyuki’s face scrunched up in your hands. “I need—I’m gonna—Fuck.”

“Not yet,” you told him and let your hands travel down the sides of his neck. “Need you to be a good boy, okay?” Even as he nods, you give him a moment to collect himself. You may enjoy teasing him, but not if it meant your shared fun would end right then and there. So, you lifted your head and placed your lips against his, letting your nails scrape lightly over his hard torso. His lips moved against yours and you almost yelped in surprise when Miyuki angled his head and deepened the kiss. He was learning, and you couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss as you clenched down around him, and he moaned into the kiss.

When Miyuki’s body loosened up from the tension that’d held him locked in place, you ground your hips against his. Digging your heels into his skin, you sparked him into motion. With a hard exhale, Miyuki tryingly pulled back out. His breathing shuddered against your lips as he pushed back in. You lifted your hips to meet his thrust, and when he repeated the movement, so did you, slowly working together. By chance, Miyuki shifted and hit something deep inside of you that had you throwing your head back, breaking the kiss. Your moan had Miyuki’s cock twitching inside of you.

As if spurred on by the sound he’d ripped from your throat, Miyuki picked up his pace, a bit of his usual confidence showing its face. Miyuki may not have much experience, if any when it came to sex, but he did know how to read people. So, when you’d let a moan slip, he clearly knew he’d done something right. He’d hit something, and he couldn’t wait to hit it again.

Miyuki’s head dropped to your shoulder as he increased his pace and relentlessly fucked into you. His moans mingling with yours in a sweet symphony, accompanied by the wet squelching between your bodies. Seeking leverage, your hands settled on his shoulders and fingers dug into his skin as his thrusts met with your own.

Instinct took over and Miyuki’s thrusts turned frantic, and you knew where it was leading. But you also didn’t find it in you to deny him once more. Probably mostly, because what he did with those hips of his, felt good. And you just couldn’t bear to stop him, for either of your sakes. Instead, you wound your legs a little tighter around his middle and pulled him closer, drawing a deep groan from him. His lips found your neck, teeth scraping against your skin, right above your beating pulse. Your walls tightened around him drawing him in further.

“I can’t—”

“I know,” you moaned, cutting him off before he could finish speaking. One of your hands snaked down between you, reaching for your clit, and rubbing circles around your nub.

“I need—” Miyuki tried pulling back, but you only tightened your hold on him further. Clamping down and pushing him closer with your legs around his body.

“Do it,” you urged into his ear and dug your fingers harder into his skin.

“What’re—Please—” His hips ground against you, as your legs held him firmly against you until you could no longer fit your hand in between you two, not letting him pull back. Rolling his hips in small circles against you, his moans turned high-pitched. Whiny. “Let—Let me out, I’m gonna—”

“Come on, cum for me, Pretty Boy.” Miyuki’s teeth sunk into your shoulder and his eyes screwed shut, drilling into you hard. You clenched around him once more, and he let you go with a loud moan. One hand slid into his hair and pulled his lips to yours in a wet clash. Then you pulled back. “Cum for me.”

“Shit—you f—Okay, fine!” Miyuki ground his hips against you harder, and the blissed grin on your face told him, that this was exactly what you’d wanted all along. “Take all—all of it—” With stuttering hips and his vision blurring. White. He clenched his teeth, as he released inside of you, painting your insides, and fucking his cum into you deeper. Your own head thrown back as his thrusts start to slow.

Coming down from his high, he seemed to realize you hadn’t reached your edge, and from the sheepish look on his face, you knew he felt bad. You couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Yes, he came too fast and the both of you knew, but you also both knew that he was very new to this, so a little bit of encouragement seemed fitting. So, you sent him a smirk and clenched down on his softening cock, before he had the chance to pull out.

“Don’t worry,” you told him, rocking your hips against him, and feeling his cock twitching inside. “There’s always round two, Pretty Boy.”

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you for reading ♡

[ozzgin]

Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou I’m not sure if u do character x yn x character tho

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff

Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!

Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats

Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea

[Main Story] | [General Headcanons]

Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.

"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.

"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."

"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"

The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.

"I see. That's good."

"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."

"That's good."

Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.

"You okay?"

Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.

They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.

The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldn’t care less. He’s always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.

The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.

***

You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. It’s the first time he’s come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to “interrogate” some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. He’d completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.

It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not-”

You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitou’s hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the stranger’s chest heaved in short convulsions.

“-intruding.” You mumbled, regaining your speech.

He messed up, didn’t he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He can’t blame you if you’re now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and you’ve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? “Hey, I know I threatened to chop you up and you’ve now witnessed firsthand I’m a legit murderer, but, uh…I have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?”

You’re terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. It’s not that you relished in the torment of another. It’s the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitou’s imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. You’re scared of your shamelessness. It can’t be normal. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.

“I’ll be on my way then”, the yakuza announces politely.

Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize you’ve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.

To hell with it.

“I might say something terribly inappropriate right now, but…”

“Sorry?” He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Do you have anything planned after this?” You ask quietly.

“N-no?”

“Would you mind staying over?”

“Huh? Sure…w-what for?” His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.

“You know…” Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.

He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.

“You’ll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). I’m not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.”

Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.

“What wrong idea?”

Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.

“Well, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.” He reveals with a stutter.

“Suppose I’d be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?” You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.

The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. It’s yearning. Your knees weaken.

“Don’t tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.”

You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.

“I’m dead serious.”

He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.

“Are you? There’s no going back after this. Can you handle it?” His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.

Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you don’t notice the movement back towards the seating area.

As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that you’re kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.

“G-go on, please.” You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. “I really can’t wait anymore.”

“As you wish, Miss.” He reassures you with a grin.

He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You don’t have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.

“Look at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.” He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. “Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?”

You nod erratically.

The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.

“Hey, don’t pass out now.” He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. “Not before you show me that you understand your situation. You’re mine. Is that clear?”

He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.

“Attagirl.” He concludes, satisfied.

In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes you’re no longer asleep.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“I will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise I’m fine.”

He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You can’t help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. It’s a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.

Although it’s no secret, really. It’s you.

***

“Thanks for driving me home, Kazuya.”

You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.

“Huh?” You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. “It’s still locked.”

The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasn’t even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.

Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Family’s honor, his freedom. Women aren’t exactly on that list, yet somehow, you’ve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and he’s realizing it just now. It’s becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the things…He’d give Daitou the world. But not you. He can’t. He can’t.

“Kazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.”

“Say, (Y/N) …ever fucked in a car before?”

“What?” You ask, baffled.

“Come here for a moment.” He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.

“Are you out of your mind?”

He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.

“I’m only going to ask once.”

You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.

“Someone’s in a sour mood, that’s for sure”, you complain. “It’s not even loaded.”

“Even I’m not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.” He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. “I thought it’d be more threatening that way.”

He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.

“Can you truly blame me when there’s such a pretty girl right before my eyes?” The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. “Won’t you let me prove myself?”

From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. It’s not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and you’re presently his victim.

His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.

“May I?” He glances up at you with a pleading expression. “I won’t be able to hold back afterwards.”

You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you can’t currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.

“Go ahead.” You finally confess.

He doesn’t hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.

One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.

“My, you’re already dripping. How lewd.” He whispers between breaths. “Do you want it now?”

He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.

“Well then, can’t forget our manners, can we?” He announces, visibly excited. “What should I do?”

You glare at him, feverish.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.”

Why, this…You lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.

“Oh, I’ve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).” He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. “Now say that you’re mine. Please. Please say it.”

“I’m…ah…I’m all yours, Kazuya.” You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.

“That’s my girl. Such a good girl.”

Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Can’t leave a lady all disheveled, after all.

“Won’t Daitou be upset?” You point out, somewhat anxiously.

His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.

“That’s one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another man’s name.”

“I’m just…” your words trail off.

“What? Worried? You think I can’t handle it or something?”

Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, you’re rather certain they’d end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.

“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

He sighs loudly.

“I’ll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. But…just because it’s Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.”

Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.

“Aren’t you glad I’m such a diplomat, Love?”

“More like batshit crazy, both of you.” You retort, stretching.

[cuddlyscribe]

Why it take me so long to see request were open?! 😭 Anyway I'm here again for more Kazuya x femdom reader! This time that nsfw breeding kink headcanon you hinted at in the last request and if possible lots of fluff. Thx!

[you got it, my friend! thanks for your patience while I filled this request btw!! I still stand by my kaz breeding kink beliefs 😌]

TEKKEN MASTERLIST

Kazuya is already having to grapple with the fact that he cannot get enough of you bossing him around and being dominant. Now he has to process his breeding kink??

He thinks things are getting out of hand, but it's not like he's gonna stop or anything...

When you ride him he's just overcome with this undeniable desire to breed you and pump you so full that his cum starts leaking out from your tight little hole.

But he won't let any of it go to waste. He'll keep fucking you until you take it all; that or he'll make you clean it all up with your mouth.

How could he not want to breed you when he pictures you pregnant and it makes him hard all over again?!

Your sheer strength and the knowledge that you would be able to carry his child that would potentially have the Devil gene is a huge turn on for him.

Don't ask him to explain it, he just feels that way. And you will hear all about it, trust.

Less likely to be talked about from him, though, is that he kind of wants you to make him breed you. Not in a non-con way, but he wants you to take his seed from him by pleasuring him so much he can't help himself.

Please milk this man's cock already, his legs feel like jelly and he needs to cum in you when you're being your best femdom self on top of him like this.

If you've been at it for hours at this point, you can easily get him to beg you to let him cum inside of you. This will never be spoken of elsewhere, but it will be your little secret together..

[heaven-s-black-box]

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Recovery date: September 17th, 2024

Description: Gotcha gotcha! If you're comfortable, can you do nsfw headcanons like when they're in a relationship for Miyuki, Mochi and/or Mei

Includes- Aged up Character

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. I will say this was actually really difficult, but it was also kind of interesting. That is to say, I'm not sure how I feel about it (the execution, not the prompt itself)

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Miyuki Kazuya

A tease, but not a brat

The kind to put his hand in your back pocket and when you point it out says “it’s an accident” but doesn’t move

Runs his mouth, always teasing about the face you’re making or your reactions

Praise him, he shuts up so fast

At least at the start of your relationship, eventually he gets used to the praise and you consider buying him a gag

Until then, oral keeps him pretty quiet

Giving, I mean, when receiving this man is loud

I think it’s pretty agreed upon that Miyuki deserves to be taken care of

He also does not like giving up control, DO NOT restrain him

That’s the easy way out and he will tease you

Instead wine and dine him, draw a nice bath for the two of you, and then treat him to a night of praise and ecstasy

Assuming he doesn’t fall asleep before you get that far, sometimes he just needs a night of pampering

In the same vein, likes showering together; would love to try shower sex but is terrified of injury

Like, I feel like he’d be pretty adventurous with sex if he wasn’t worried about hurting himself and not being able to play baseball

He pulled a muscle once and almost had a breakdown (you know, the kind where you know you need to flex the muscle but it feels like that’ll rip it in two?)

Miyuki just needs someone to care for him, if you can do that he’ll do just about anything for you

Kuramochi Yoichi

Great stamina, I mean it is Mochi

Strikes me as someone who likes his hair pulled

Also seems like he’d fluster pretty easily

He’s a tease, but he does not take teasing well

“Would you shut up?” “That’s not what you were saying last night”

He goes red

I think he also likes trying out new positions

Kind of like Miyuki where he wants to be adventurous but is kind of afraid of injury

But he’ll start suggesting something and then realize that it’s probably not the best idea

Someday, he tells you

I can see him being pretty romantic, not a huge tease

The amount of times you two have been play fighting and it’s turned into a makeout session and escalated?

You have damn near ruined wrestling for him, and it’s entirely his fault

Discovers sex is a much more interesting way to work off excess energy than swinging a bat, and he has a ton of excess energy

Seriously, once after a really bad game he did 100 swings after and then chased you through your house into the bedroom and fucked you, hard

He didn’t get on base once that game, like I said, bad

Bonus points because it means he’s not over exerting himself

Kuramochi needs someone to match his energy and playfulness, and even if you can’t always keep up he’s more than happy to cuddle up with a videogame

Narumiya Mei

Be surprised, he’s such a brat

And a pillow Prince

I could totally see him trying to pretend you’re doing things “wrong”

But you can also see the way he’s biting the inside of his cheek to stay quiet

Narumiya Mei not running his mouth? A baffling concept

Don’t get me wrong though, he still runs his mouth

Like I said, he’s a brat

He also doesn’t ask for sex unless he’s suuper pent up

He just, riles you up until you catch on

Also, not necessarily NSFW, but he walks around shirtless a lot if he knows you’ll stare

To quote Deadpool “Put your greasy tits away you preening slut”

Anyways, I don’t think Mei ignores is partner’s pleasure by any means

Will, on occasion, treat you like pillow royalty but there has to be a trigger

Like jealousy/ the fear that he’ll lose you

And even though he’s a brat, sex isn’t always rough

Honestly I don’t ever see Mei out growing his overconfident facade and that bratty streak of his

But, as he outgrows his insecurities they become less abrasive in his day to day life

[kazuyummy]

🌴 POSITIONS - MIYUKI KAZUYA X READER

in which your husband kazuya takes you on a vacation to a five-star tropical resort and fucks you any chance he gets.

tw: alcohol, penetrative sex about: afab!reader, mentions of genitalia. no plot and tbh barely any characterization, just pure smut and tropical vacay vibes!! 🏝

note: anything in blue is a link to an image (the ones in the titles are nsfw so open at your own risk) but not necessary for reading - just something to help imagine the positions you and kazuya are in and show where my inspirations came from.

cover pic: sato_1_11 on danbooru

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in the morning

waking up next to miyuki kazuya with an ocean breeze rustling through your windows, the smell of saltwater filling your nose, and rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains are enough to make you think you've died and found paradise. it's as if time has slowed here - no reason not to blink your eyes slowly; take deep breaths; stretch your limbs out past silk covers as if they were moving through water. your lover rouses beside you, instinctively turning over to snuggle closer.

"mmm, you smell like pineapple."

you giggle, "i don't normally use hotel shampoo, but this resort? they're spoiling me even more than you do, kazuya."

"well, well. we can't have that, can we?"

you shriek in laughter as he begins nibbling at your neck and earlobe, covering you in kisses. he hooks a leg over your already nude form to prevent you from avoiding his affections as you roll to your side, arms stretched above your head.

you purr as he reaches around, brushing your clit and snaking down to find you already wet. his other arm finds one of your outstretched ones, locking fingers and giving you a squeeze.

"fuckin' beautiful. i get to wake up to this every morning 'til i die."

he continues his onslaught onto your neck, and you're getting impatient, beginning to rut your hips. it's not that neither of you are into foreplay - usually quite the opposite, actually - but you both just love an early morning sidefuck, to be blunt. the way his body moulds into yours, how your legs tangle, and the way your orgasm feels when half-asleep, waking you up and making you want to fall into slumber in his arms all the same.

"kazuya, i'm close." he shifts his leg so that he's driving into you further, hand supporting the back of your thigh as he fills you with his load, biting and kissing whatever he can as you both recede from your highs, like waves after they crash on the shore.

between peppered kisses and sweet 'i love you's, you take your time getting ready for the rest of the day ahead. ☁︎

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in the afternoon

coming back from brunch and drinks at the swim-up bar leaves you wanting a catnap - but not without leaving you and your dearest satisfied, of course. with your swimsuit still on, you decide to take a short dip in your private pool as kazuya eyes you from his towel laid out onto the deck.

you've just emerged from under the water, flipping your hair back mermaid-style, which splashes him a bit in the process. he gives you a playful frown - you know he can't do much since you have the upper hand being in the water. so he resorts to his words and coos,

"gonna get me worked up every time i see you in that bikini, sweetheart."

"oh? and what about without it?"

your line's cliché but it's certainly got his full attention - you begin to strip off in the pool, water dripping down your body as you lift yourself out and begin making your way to where he's lying down.

his eyes sparkle amber in the tropical sun, chestnut hair already dried and framing his boyish, mischievous smile. you love the predatory look he wears, eyeing you shamelessly.

you pick up his glass of champagne - an expensive, fruity blend that came in an ice bucket upon your arrival - sipping it up and leaning down to spill it from your mouth into his. it's messy as he sticks his tongue out, eyes half-lidded with droplets running down his cheeks onto the towel. cold water drips from the ends of your hair onto his body, each touch like a small zap to his skin.

in an instant, he's made his way up, tugging his swim trunks down to reveal his thick, waiting cock under a bit of bronze tanline.

his strong arms hoist you up, not even making it back to the room (which might be a blessing for housekeeping and the state of your bed given how soaked you are from the pool) and sitting you on a nearby plush lounge sofa.

he's quick to dive into your folds, nose brushing your clit as he tastes you. his shoulder pushes one thigh apart and his right hand the other - his left hand is busy spreading you open for him. he's always so patient but commanding when eating you out, forearms flexed and eyes looking up into yours whenever he edges you until finally he lets you come, toes curling and his tongue unrelenting.

he doesn't give you a break after you finish, lifting you once more to seat himself under you. you're straddling his outstretched legs, making out with sun-kissed lips and sending shivers down his spine from the cool water still on your skin. you manoeuvre to take in his cock, both of you remaining sat up, foreheads touching and breath mingling.

kazuya takes the half-full glass of champagne from beside you, pouring it slowly down your neck and lapping it up where it collects on your breasts. he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling and pulling gently with his teeth.

he has your hips rolling, desperate to milk him. he feels you tighten, his grip around your waist getting stronger as he nears release,

"fuck - fuck, babe. gonna fill your little pussy up, take all of it - fuck!"

his head falls to your shoulder with a groan, pulling back after with a light chuckle when he realizes how sticky you both are - from the sweat, the champagne, and your own emissions.

"guess another dip in the pool is needed - i'm gonna splash you this time, though." ☀︎

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in the middle of the night

walking under a starry sky on the beach in a cute little sundress means that kazuya can barely keep his hands off of you, wanting to spank you every time the dress shows the outline of your ass and resisting the urge to mark your bare collarbone that glows under the moonlight.

you giggle, playfully pushing him away and stumbling a bit as you do so. a couple more fancy cocktails after your small nap earlier have you a bit tipsy again.

"we're in public, babe!"

"and? do you see anyone around? besides, i'm sure you'd love people seeing me bend you over and take you right here."

you try to act nonchalant, but heat makes its way to your cheekbones. you sigh exasperatedly,

"you haven't had enough today, kazuya?"

he takes a handful of your ass and squeezes,

"i dunno, have you?"

he knows he's called your bluff when you let out a small moan that goes right to his crotch.

"didn't think so."

you reach your private resort again, the door threatening to fly off its hinges with the force you use to push it open and drag kazuya in behind you. his lips attack yours as he pushes your back up against the wall, one hand going down to circle your clit and the other gripping both wrists and above your head.

"d'you know what you do to me, sweetheart? what this cute little dress on you does?"

he releases your wrists and pulls one down to the front of his pants to feel his bulge pushing against the cloth. you whimper, which only makes him rub at you more frantically.

"please, kazuya... i can't get enough of your cock. i need it."

he's breathing heavily now, dipping two fingers inside you and scissoring them until he pulls them out, making you suck on them.

"careful what you wish for. 'm feeling impatient, y'know?"

his words ring true, because while he'd normally tease you, he takes you to the bed, stripping you both, lying down, and hoisting you up onto those muscular thighs so that your back is on his chest. he reaches around to align himself before plunging into you and hooking his arms around your thighs into a full nelson.

if today's sex so far was passionate and sensual, he's downright animalistic now, pistoning his hips into you, and you're unable to do anything else but take it. you can't quite see him going in and out of you, but you can see the way his balls slap your skin as he stretches you out, and how your tits bounce almost to the point of soreness with how hard he's going.

you can barely manage a sound but a choked gurgle, the pace he's setting sending you into overdrive as your eyes roll back into your head. you feel heat swell up inside you, like a bubble ready to burst - and that it does, your orgasm explosive, soaking sheets as you squirt around him with a garbled moan.

he follows suit shortly, his final thrusts forceful before you feel him fill you up, your walls squeezing him dry. post-orgasm kazuya is always a sight to behold, hair wild and eyes glazed over, nowhere near the composed state he normally carries himself in.

when he lies you down on the bed beside him, he watches as his seed leaks out of you slowly, white dripping with every flutter of your pussy. though exhausted, you bring a finger down to swipe some, bringing it to your tongue and sucking. with wide eyes, he breathes,

"god babe. i love you so much."

you clean each other up, taking one last look at the stars outside before fall asleep with a smile, knowing you get to do this all again tomorrow. ☽

ok some of the positions on the site are downright ridiculous and it was so funny to choose some. i know a part of most fiction in general is imagining the story without pictures... but i really wanted to try this concept of having visual aids. if the links don't work, let me know!

wish i took a bit more time to fully develop these scenes and up the tension but... i wanted this to be a shorter fic and kazuya and reader are horny little demons 😈

lmk which daiya boy i should write for next - i want to continue using the links to positions but would choose a different theme besides vacation! 🧳🧉