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kazusrightmole ¡ 3 months ago
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THE START OF A GOOD DAY
small note: i ❤️ kazutora smm (esp his timeskip version damn i love myself a traumatized man who realized his wrongdoings and strived to change himself for the better 🙏 so have a househusband timeskip kazutora short drabble bc i desperately need MORE content of him in pazuribe🙁🙁)
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KAZUTORA halted in his movements at mincing the vegetables on the cutting board when he felt your sleepy figure latching onto him. Once he realized that it was you, a soft hum escaped his lips as he continued doing his task, paying no mind to your figure latching onto him like a koala. You then proceeded to bury your face into his side as you observed his movements with slight curiosity. The golden accessory wrapped around your husband’s finger twinkled in the daylight, indicating that this moment between you two wasn’t an illusion.
You couldn't help but smile at the thought as you looked down at your left hand with pure adoration, the one where it held the other half of the golden ring. The ring then twinkled in response, as if reading your thoughts. Heh, you almost couldn't believe you’d managed to score a guy like him.
Unbeknownst to you, the serene smile never left your face as you remained latching onto Kazutora while watching your husband’s movements in amusement. Your husband slightly hoisted the cutting board and swiftly pushed all the minced vegetables into the boiling pot with the knife.
“Sweetheart, do you mind letting go for a bit? You might get yourself hurt,” Kazutora said with a soft smile, gesturing for you to wait by the dinner table while he prepared breakfast for the both of you. After voicing his words, he soon reached down to softly peck the top of your head before returning to his task at hand, hoping that would satisfy you and that you would sit by the dinner table like he told you to.
Your cheeks grew warm at his affection before you responded to his statement by tightening your grip on his apron-wrapped torso. You silently shook your head in embarrassment as you shifted your face from his side to his back to cover the blossoming heat decorating your face.
Kazutora remained focused on his task. After leaving the boiling pot alone, he shifted his attention to the cooking pan beside it. He then thoroughly mixed the rice in the cooking pan with a spatula while slightly hoisting the pan in the air so he wouldn’t have any trouble taking care of some grains untouched. The natural color of the rice was gradually replaced by golden brown.
“Oh? Flustered now, are you?” Kazutora let out an amused chuckle, despite the inaudible sigh that escaped his lips a moment ago when he noticed that you weren’t planning to let go. He might be a changed man, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn't take advantage of your flushed state.
“Oh, shut up,” you quickly retorted with a sleepy grumble before nuzzling your face deeper into his side and tightening your grip around your stupidly attractive husband.
“Well, you’re always free to try that out later,” Kazutora cheekily responded to your retort in a heartbeat. That familiar, signature grin of his was undoubtedly plastered across his face right now, as you could feel the chuckle reverberate from his chest despite your position.
“..Ugh, goddamnit, Kazutora, you know I don’t mean it like that…”
At this point on, you think it's safe to say that your morning routine with your husband went well, even though you two spent most of your time bickering like children until the rice almost got burned to a crisp—but overall, it was nice spending time with your husband like this as a married couple. Despite this, you admit that you couldn't maintain your gaze on him, as he would occasionally cast a teasing glance your way from the corner of his eye.
However, you find yourself realizing that spending this moment with your husband—behaving like kids while still being two idiots in love—made you realize just how much you were willing to risk everything to see this man happy.
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TAG LIST; EMPTY SLOT
— MASTERLIST
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strawbxrryanime ¡ 2 months ago
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Every Timeskip/Version of Kazutora Hanemiya SHOWCASE
LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING, and keep in mind these might be used for some writing ^^
TOKYO MANJI KAZUTORA
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VALHALLA KAZUTORA
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SUKUNA (KAZUTORA VER.)
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TIED UP LONG HAIRED KAZUTORA
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FIRST TIMESKIP KAZUTORA
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YELLOW WHITE HAKAMA KAZUTORA
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HALLOWEEN KAZUTORA
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TIMESKIP KAZUTORA
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BLOODY HALLOWEEN KAZUTORA
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TIMESKIP KAZUTORA 2
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TIGER KAZUTORA
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SURVIVAL KAZUTORA
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klarificwrites ¡ 3 months ago
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Pairing: Timeskip!Kazutora Hanemiya
cws; soft!fem reader, Kazutora is a little mean, trifling men, light angst, crying, spanking, making out, knee-grinding, oral sex (receive), Kazutora is IN LOVE with your tits, vaginal penetration, fingering, they fuck outside and in the car
# Kazutora can’t control himself under professional circumstances when other guys are trying to get as his woman.
First fic, be kind and give constructive criticism!
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Today was a very important day, and great step in your real estate career. This was your first open-house, a chance to reel in potential customers and get a profit from the houses they buy off of you. Typically, you were a shy and soft-spoken girl, therefore big events where interaction was so important, seemed out of character for you. It took months for you to actually woman-up and do an open-house. Prior, you had canceled two appointments. If it happened a third time, you were informed that a suspension would be placed on your license.
So, with the support of a loving boyfriend, and stressful days of planning, results pushed through. The hardest part of it all was advertising. If you didn’t excel in endorsement, chances of this opportunity being fruitless was high. “What if little to no one shows up?" It was a thought that clouded your conscious often, and Kazutora would put in overtime to reassure you. Directly, he would approach you, giving comforting words, and playing an assistant role. He handed out your business cards at his job, informed his ex-gang affiliates, constantly posted about it on his socials, and propped signs up in nearby neighborhoods/avenues.
His dedication was contagious, and only made you strive to orchestrate a pleasing open-house. In the end, it was all worth it. At least a dozen people (excluding three of Kazutora’s friends) came to get an overview of the facility—majority of the lot being married couples. You were hesitant to chat, social anxiety almost besting you.
Hands clammy, heart raising, and nerves rapid. You were pacing back and forth behind the house. Although he talked big, Kazutora also began to feel slightly nervous. He wasn’t a fan of stranger-crowds, anything could happen, but he knew he had to prepare himself for that. So, with a level head, he told you, “Y/n, calm down. We’ve practiced and come this far—it’s time to preform.” He wore a soft, stern look, capturing your attention. Smiling, he spoke again, “Baji, Chifuyu, Takemichi, and I, are all here to show our love. Just handle your business.” Words of affirmation from your lover was all you needed to hear, unfortunately.
Kazutora watched from afar as you giddily conversed with the trio of dogs, who lurked in the skin of taller, immoral males. A smile painted over your glossed lips, pretty whites on display, charming every visitor they come across. Your pearl necklace, earrings, and a silver bracelet complimented the black, long sleeve, bodycon dress adorning your figure. The silver flats you wore tied everything together to make you appear as an occupational woman (which you were.)
Although your professional attitude and exchange of words came with the flow, in sand color eyes, it was clear your lack of sociability made you oblivious to certain things. A key reason as to why you missed the way each of those males eyed you like famished hyenas—a savory piece of meat, ready to be ravished.
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"The price for this modern house is actually on the lower scale, considering the advanced architecture. As you can see, this living room, the dining and kitchen are quite large. It has two floors—3 if you count the basement. There’s a master bedroom upstairs, and 4 others room to go with 5 bathrooms—one in the basement. I highly recommend this for a bigger family. Outside-”
The shorter male of the bunch cut you off, “I’ll definitely look into it. But, I was wondering..” Perking up at his impending question, you simply smiled, dismissing his rude interruption. Pools of e/c rested below long, luscious lashes. A winsomely plain look stirred the man’s appetite. The contents of a smirk threatened to spill over his mouth. “Do you happen to live in this area? I’d like to have multiple options of contact, so in case things can’t be said through the phone, I could come meet you sometime?" Snickers rumbled from the other men, causing you to awkwardly join in.
Politely clasping your palms, "I'm sorry, but that is confidential information.” The man’s face dropped. “Surely you’ve seen my signs and cards. Contacting me via email or my business number is the only way we can stay in touch! That is unless we absolutely have to meet, but it would not take place at my residence, rather a public setting or your place.”
"Aren’t you quite the professional?" Suyuka teased, moving behind you, his black curls hair bounced with every stride. You followed him curiously, up until he disappeared from your peripheral vision. When out of sight, he exaggeratedly ogled at the way the outline of your ass protruded the material that stopped a few inches above your knees. The other men snickered at his actions, you awkwardly joined in, clueless of you being the butt of the joke.
The male’s taller build moved closer to your rear, inches away from rubbing against you. Feeling the abrupt hover of a warm figure, you stumbled forward, tripping over your own foot. A hand roughly clasped the section of your left wrist to prevent your fall. “Calm down, Miss Y/n. No need to be so jumpy..” Suyuka taunted, closing in toward your face, and pushing h/c strands behind your ear.
Moving away, “I’m sorry, I’m quite clumsy. I’ll be careful!” You embarrassingly giggled, rubbing your wrist. Of the other two, the ginger-head male advanced forward. Swiftly, he took your hand, emitting a squeak from you. “There you go again, Miss L/n!” The ravennette laughed. Raising your punier hand, the ginger kissed your wrist. A blush splotched your face—one of humiliation.
You were growing more uncomfortable by every passing moment. The constant laughing was honestly unsettling, especially when you didn’t get the jokes. Nevertheless, you decided maintaining decorum was the moto. So, overreacting in a setting like this was unacceptable. You decided to formulate your next words carefully. At least you tried.
“Um..Sir..” “I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I really need to talk to you, Y/n.” Peering over, you immediately removed yourself from the sandwich you were in. Despite the evident irritation on his face, just meeting those brown eyes brought you relief. “Kazutora..”
You walked forward, before pausing at passive aggressive words. “Ehh.. So quick to leave your precious customers?" The orange-haired man pouted, bringing a hand to grip the gray jacket surfacing his heart. Flustered, “Forgive my incompetence, I’ll try to be quick!” You apologized, bowing your figure.
Kazutora clicked his teeth, it was so clear they were taking your naivety and generosity for granted. He was aware that his woman was generally charismatic. That’s why you’re his woman. Even in public men would admire from time to time, however none ever approached. No one dared to, at least when your boyfriend accompanied you. A 5 foot 9 man, with tattoos and a cold gaze stirred many of the path.
Wrapping his slender fingers around your left wrist, Kazutora hurriedly dragged you out of the building.
You found yourself at a familiar spot, behind the house. The black and blonde locks on his head whipped at the wind’s command, his white blazer ruffling. Leaning against the exterior wall, you said, “Thank you, for coming over there. I was having trouble handling them.” You admitted sadly, averting your eyes to the ground and your hands intertwined at your lower back. Nervously, you rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet.
He observed the roundness and jump of your breast after every movement. Kazuora considered the clothing a curse and blessing all in one. ‘They were probably looking at ‘em too..’ He unconsciously scowled at the thought. Noticing his silence, you lifted your gaze, long lashes batting pretty e/c irises. Taking note of the transition on his face, you began to feel even more sad, under the impression your meek demeanor was pissing him off—possibly disgusting.
Sensing the burn in your nasal, you could tell you were about to cry. From the way your eyes watered, Kazutora was quick to react, “Why are you crying?" He questioned, empty optics swirling in curiosity and concern. 'I'm not crying!' You wanted to shout, but the words dwelled within the back of your throat. Before you could even speak, tears were trickling down your face.
Now, you were frustrated. Unable to explain yourself without crying, your most self-hated trait. Squeezing your eyes shut, you hung your head low, and brought your hands to cover your face. 'Weak..I'm so—'
Without giving you any time to think, Kazutora ripped your hands away from you face, and engulfed you into a kiss. It took you a split second to recuperate. It was a slow and sensual kiss—at first. Kazutora took the initiative of entering your mouth. Upon infiltration, his hands moved to your waist. This encouraged you to shift yours into his bi-colored hair.
His warm muscle asserted its dominance, causing you to groan as your tongue grew tired. Detecting your tongue’s growing idle, before it completely limped, he sucked it, earning a whimper from you. Then he shoved his tongue further into your mouth, in the process his big hands slid from your waist to rear, giving the fat a nice grip. You both grunted in satisfaction, the feeling caused another wave of wetness to pass through your pussy, the closeness of your bodies gave you the opportunity to feel Kazutora’s boner on your abdomen. He was completely rock.
Tapping his shoulder, immediately he pulled away. A string of spit connected your tongues before it broke. The departing had each of you panting for a chance of oxygen. Staring at you through half-lidded eyes, from his point of view: your neat hair now had few fly aways: tear streaks were all down your red flushed face: tongue lolled out in exhaustion: hands rested above his chest: drool leaking out the corners of your mouth: and unshed tears in doe-glassy eyes, full of delicious desire that he was ready to devour.
He loved that lewd look on you. It was so…tempting—and beautiful. Bringing his thumb to wipe the spit off your face, he placed it on the center of your tongue. Slowly, the corners of his lips jerked up, “You’re so perfect for me..” Your boyfriend whispered lovingly. Kazutora was a man of few words, so whenever he voiced sentiments like that, you burned it into your core memories.
Whenever you immersed in intercourse, it was usually making love, as Kazutora knew you were worth more than a quick fuck. Almost every session you’d cry, the insecurities you saw in the mirror were ones he worshipped like a shrine. Every quality you thought to be negative of yourself were his favorite. It felt good to have someone love you as much as he did.
In the midst of it all, you were able to devise your next words. “Thank you, Kazutora.” You smiled, pulling him into a hug. The transpiration soothed stress you didn’t know you were harboring. Bringing his hands to your shoulders, he lightly pushed you away, hands staying in place. You looked up in confusion. “Is something wrong?"
"I'm not done," He deadpanned, causing you to shift up a brow. Kazutora averted his gaze to your breasts, a small smile bubbling. Your face heated at the realization. Like a fume, steam blew from your ears. "E-Eh?! You want to do that here? What if someone sees us!?" You cried, hands waving in panic.
He simply chuckled, moving forward, and wrapped his arms around your waist. Without hesitation, hungrily, one hand slid up to grope you, forcing a squeak from you. Then there were two. He couldn’t get enough of moving them in circles, it was so entrancing. He loved it.
Your face burned fiercely. The feeling of Kazutora’s eyes piercing into your fondled breasts, and occasionally your face was too much! “K-Kazutora..are you sure we should do this right now? I have to—" The man ended your words with a small peck. "Don't worry, I'll try to make it quick. I just couldn't help it."
You hummed in confusion at his words, awaiting an answer. The innocent tilt of your head sent a throb to his cock. Even with your slightly disarrayed look, Kazutora thought you looked, 'So fucking sexy.'
His mind then wondered to prior events. The way those men dared to ogle and touch you, as if you were there for exhibition. As if you weren’t his.
Kazutora’s optics darkened, sending a chill down your spine. You couldn’t make out his thoughts, not a clue of what was going on in his head. At least until he hooked his index finger beneath the hem of your attire. The pause in his actions and the gaze at you—all a silent question of consent. Without any control over your body, your head moved in a tentative nod.
He used both sets of fingers to scrunch your dress just above your bust. You found yourself practically exposed. The floral, blackberry-colored set adorned your imminent nudity. Your gaze was shyly trained on your silver flats, one forearm pushed under your bra cups, and one shoved between the valley of your chest as it held up a curled finger to your lip. Unknowingly, the position of your arms accentuated your titties even more, making Kazutora’s mouth drop into an ‘O.’
A satisfied smirk spread across his face. Your boyfriend proceeded his earlier motions. He ripped your arms away for your body, a gasp slipping past your oily lips.
He pulled at the your left bra strap a few times. The gesture made your left tit jump up and down. Kazutora loved lightly teasing in the beginning, an opportunity to see the growing frustration on your pretty face. You only shut your eyes in response, disappointment and lingering sadness in your face. After a couple more times of him watching the movement, you whined pathetically. With a chortle, he said, “Fine, fine. I’ll stop.” He made it seem like you were the one who wanted it, but he wanted it bad.
As he pulled the bra to your dress’s level, he enjoyed the sight of the fat straining upwards, until they finally fell free—the kinetic reaction induced a mind-boggling turbulence for Kazutora. The revelation in cool air, made your nipples rise, and your boyfriend didn’t waste a second. You watched in real time as he promptly took your left nipple between his lips. You moaned in pleasure, the suction felt so good.
He brought his right hand to fumble with the sensitive part of your other tit. Kazutora latched so desperately, as if he was trying to discover a flow of milk. The consistent contact made you arch your back off the wall, left hand balled up in a fist as your right hand muffled the small cries bubbling up your throat. Every pull deepened the ache between your legs.
At some point it became entirely unbearable. So, greedily, you tightly rubbed your legs together, in need of a comforting amount of friction. “Getting needy? Let me fix that." You felt your legs being pried open, then a dull edge rubbed against the dampened spot of your panties. Had you not been stuck between, a rock hard man and a building, your body would've simply dropped. Gripping Kazutora's white shirt for support, your back arched in even further. "Ah-Ahhh..!" "There she is!" He grinned, rolling his joint around to gouge a reaction.
Yes, you were a woman of few words in the public eye. The Y/n most people knew was duteous and soft. Not exactly confrontational, taciturn of things going on in your personal life, and only ever reaching out to check on loved ones (except Kazutora, as you shared an apartment). Basically only ever acting when necessary. However, you were actually quite the opposite in private. You were a very vocal woman in bed. Thankfully, Kazutora was the only person to ever know this. You didn’t mind performing foreplay and experimenting new kinks. However, Kazutora was the one who’d usually introduce things of the sort
“Ah—ahh!” Kazutora felt his dick jump with every bounce and moan that came from you. He wanted so baldly to take you down right then and there, but he controlled himself, which even surprised him. Even though his hormones were running rapid, he was being considerate of you. The fact that you would still have to enter the building and wrap up the function, refrained him from fucking you too sloppy. The least he could do was let your appearance remain de—
“Tor..Ahh..! I-I’m so close! Ah, ah! ‘s so good~!” You squealed between moans. Almost every moral Kazutora considered flew straight out the window. Just as you were at your climax, in one swift motion you were bent over, face pressed to the wall, and knees locked. “H-Huh, why’d you do that?" You pouted dejectedly.
A harsh slap to your rear caused your body to jerk forward. "Ouch! That really hurt!" Kazutora ignored your complaints, falling into silence again. As you were using the wall to push yourself up, you felt a tug at the back waistband of your panties. The fabric advanced upward until it was buried into an uncomfortable place within your lips and cheeks. Endeavoring to catch up to the band, you arched your back as deep as you could, leaning on the tip of your toes, and a struggling expression on your face. Your hands clung to the wall for support, palms flat on either side of your head.
This made the globes of your ass and labia on full display. “I bet this is what those untrained scumbags were imagining doing to you.” Your boyfriend mindlessly blurted. “What-” A strike shot through the same area on your ass from earlier. Briefly, your knees unlocked. “Don’t move or speak unless I tell you to.” The tone was so demanding, it left no room for retaliation. You could feel the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.
Even worse, the limbs below you started to tremble from resting on the tip of your toes for too long. The lower part of your back had commenced a pain as well. The moment your heels met the ground and your back rested, the palm of a hand met the red print on your right cheek. You didn’t understand the sudden change in Kazutora’s demeanor. One minute you both were sensually making out, now he’s spanking you for no reason.
Pulling your panties out and aside, Kazutora brought his ring and middle finger to your sore pussy. Absent of any warning, two digits were shoved inside of you. The in and out notion fulfilled any desiring nerves you had. “Ah! Ah! Ah—Kaz-” Smack
He watched the skin of your right ass cheek vibrate upon impact. You flinched at the sting. “Didn’t I tell you not to speak?" He whispered into the shell of your ear, roughly groping your right tit. You slapped a hand over your mouth, sealing off any vocabulary other than “Uh” and “Ah.”
Your gummy walls molded into the shape of Kazutora’s fingers, sucking them back in whenever they retracted. “You liked it, didn't you? The way those men eye-fucked you. The way they were ready to strip you, and share you. I know you liked it." Was he trying to humiliate you? If so, it was working.
You uttered no coherent words, only mewls, harboring any retorts and your current shame. His words had a great affect on you—given your attachment, and it was a lot to take in. Did your “loving” boyfriend of 7 years actually view you as a slut with no sense of dignity? Was it your fault? Had you obliviously dishonored him so horribly that you deserved this? Are you really that weak?
His fingers curled upward, hitting your g-spot, and his thumb pressed down on your clit. In the same breathe, he sent a long, tight pinch to your nipple. “You want more right? Speak…Y/n!” Only cries came out as your legs failed you. Instantly, he supported your body as your knees buckled, causing his previous actions to halt.
The man gave you a moment to rest as he prepped. The right side of your face remained squished against the freshly painted exterior. Your lips parted as you panted for significant breaths of air. Behind you, Kazutora was in the process of whipping his dick out, white blouse pushed above his V-line
The tip was so red, veins protruded along the skin. Looking at it, he was surprised he was able to control himself for this long duration. Precum covered the entire upper half of his wide 8-incher. Kazutora’s body wasn’t exactly lanky, instead tough from fighting in his glory days. Nevertheless, when you first had sex, his size definitely shocked you. “Fuck.. Y/n this what you do to me..” Your lover muttered, using his free hand to send two pump to his length, a groan slipping past his lips.
You were still trying to recover and process your thoughts, so your dazed state prevented you from acknowledging anything he’d said or done. It was only when you felt that familiar tip at your entrance that you were brought back to Earth.
“W-wait not here- Ughnn, ah!” In one fell swoop, he stuffed every inch inside, balls deep. The wetness of your vagina allowed for easy, yet tight access.“Hgnn~” Your boyfriend groaned, a hand coming to grip your left boob. It stung so damn bad. Of course his fingers somewhat warmed you up, but it was a foreign replacement. Anytime you and Kazutora had sex, he’d try to take it slow, but right now he was impatient.
Your back was forcefully condensed into a dip. Due to his rushed penetration, your eyes were blown wide, tears edging at the corners. “You’ve..gotta l-loosen up..if you wanna feel good,” His broken dialogue was proof just tight you were. “H-hurts…” Your voice was so small he didn’t even even catch it in his pussy-whipped state. Smack
You yelped in pain. “Didn’t I tell you not to speak?" He reminded, receiving a whine from you. He sent a deep thrust inside you, hitting the deepest root of your cervix. You let out a broken moan. After that, he brought both hands to your hips, and started fucking you.
The pace was slow, giving you a nanosecond to adjust. Then the speed gradually increased, his thick head constantly brushing up against your core. It hurt so bad and felt good. But, for the most part, your vaginal opening was hurting because of how brash he was behaving. Yet, you kept your mouth shut and trusted the process. Additionally, trying to avoid him hitting the same bruise for speaking.
The squelching of your pussy was music so his ears. “Your so wet and tigh—ttt…so glad this is mine.” Kazutora groaned, sending another slap (this time to your left cheek) to watch the turbulence of your ass. You clenched harder, a result of the pain turning into pleasure.
His sac slapped against your cunt, countless strings of entangled, sticky, white fluids accompanied every pull and push. Your boyfriend’s head was thrown back in delight as bleached strands stuck to the sides of his temples. The requited colliding of your hips left you in a state no better than his.
“Ah! Ah, ah! nghhh..!” He was literally hollowing you. Your pupils were beginning to roll to the back of your head, drool descending from your tongue. “Ughh..keep throwing it like that! Wish you c-could see how vulgar you look…!”
“Miss L/n! We’re ready to end the event! Where are you?”
A feminine voiced called from a distance. Both you and Kazutora’s heads snapped left, but the person hadn’t come around the corner yet. “Ba-babe! What are we gonna do?"
It would be extremely bad for business if anyone from that house found your man buried balls deep inside you, tits hanging, and dress scrunched up near your neck.
Kazutora shushed you and emptied you of his cock, fumbling to sheathe it away in his black suited trousers. You did the same with your panties, bra and dress—well you tried. Much to your dismay, it took less effort to remove the clothing than to put it on. The damned one piece just would not fix itself over your hips! Noticing your struggle, Kazutora’s mouth animatedly dropped, his eyes white with a look a disdain.
You wore a worried expression. Before you could successfully get the clothing down, your legs were lifted off the ground. Kazutora hoisted you up bridal style with little struggle and took off running. “Where are we going!?" "To the truck!"
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Once at the vehicle, you were both crammed into the passenger seat, barely covered bottom propped up on his lap. Kazutora took desperate breaths of air. Staring at the way he tiredly threw his head back against the seat, jaws flushed, and the bob of his adam’s apple after every gulp made you realize how hot he must’ve looked taking you from the from the back—and that you’d cause him trouble—again.
Frowning, “I’m sorry,” you chirped, staring at your lap. Perking up, he looked at you through the car mirror that he never let up before getting out. “For what?" You corrected your posture, head still hanging low. "I.." You trailed off, squeezing your eyes shut. There it is again. "I could…tell you were so mad earlier—at me!" Tears flooded your eyes. "I'm sorry ughh! I-I didn't like the way they were handling me..I was just so scared—I didn't know what to do! I'm sorry for being so defenseless!"
Kazutora stared at you fondly, processing every word that left your mouth. He felt so damn guilty. Pressuring and discouraging you on your big day was not his intentions. Today was supposed to be about you and he made it about him. You had no reason to grovel and snivel for forgiveness. That was the last thing he’d want his future wife doing.
You felt long limbs snake around your waist and pull you close. “No, don’t do that. Don’t say sorry.” Your lover started, turning your head to meet his gaze. “You’ve got no reason to beg and bow for anyone’s forgiveness, not even mine—especially not me. It’s my fault. I had no reason to take my frustration out on you. If anything I should’ve suckered those scrams the second they entered the door. Baby, you can do no wrong to me, so you’ll never have to atone for anything. I’m sorry if I made you feel weak or like an embarrassment. You’re nothing less than my woman—and my woman isn’t neither of those things. I love you, Y/n.”
You turned to straddle him, the narrow space putting pressure on your thick thighs. “I love you more, baby!” You wailed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Kazutora embraced you back, the crook of his neck holding your final wave of tears. You pulled away, offering a closed-eye smile to him, “Thank you, Kazutora-!” You jerked up at the feeling of a growing bump beneath your clothed cunt.
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“Allow me to make it up to you?" He sheepishly smiled, tapping the fat of your ass. "Pervert!" "C'monnn! It'll only take three minutes..plus the windows are tinted, so we've got privacy!" You raised a brow. "Tora doesn't last just three minutes," You spat, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I wasn't talking about me," Your black garment slid up further, "I was talking about you." He smirked, licking his lips at the revelation of your bra. Big palms drew your honkers in wide circles, with no leverage you attempted to control the notion by placing your smaller ones over his, but they only went with the flow.
“Do you see the gifts of your body? Man, I love it, so mesmerizing…" "Pervert! J-just hurry!" You whined, peeking at him through one teary glossy. In a flash, your titties were set free from captivity, and your left teat was between Kazutora's lips. So fast!
"Ah! Not so hard—I can’t..Gah!..lactate!" You blubbered, tangling your hands into his gold and charcoal locks, eyes trained on his swirling tongue. “Anything is possible, Y/n.” You arched your back for what felt like the 20th time today. Heeding the pool of fluid across his crotch section, the tiger took it upon himself to insert his middle feeler. You mewled lesuirely, throwing your head back at the long awaited pleasure. “See how all it took was one finger for such a sound to leave your mouth, I like that neediness!” He grinned childishly at the way you clenched at the simple words.
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Taking in your moans, “Oh? You like that, babe? Don't worry, I'll make you feel even better." Plunging his index finger into you, your body jerked forward. "S-stop doing things so suddenly, you—Ah, ah, ah!"
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“What were you saying?” The acceleration of his joints was fostering a knot deep in your belly. Every time he shoved them back in, their curve would pin point an extremely sweet spot internally. “N-no—If—Ah, uh-uh..mm! You…do…that, I’ll—Ah!”
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“No! I f—eell it! If you keep doing that my pussy will…ughn!” Cackling at your faltering words, your boyfriend wished you had finished that sentence so he could poke fun at you later. “Don’t you remember “more” and “hurry”? A commander can’t go back her words…! ♡” He smirked, moving closer to your face. Deciding to wrap this things up, the pad of a thumb pressed down on your clitoris, provoking lustful sounds from you. Kazutora observed how the volume of your moans elevated, walls clenched firmer; but the way you flushed your bosom against him and chased for that mutual kiss were clear signs of- “Cumming! I’m cumming..!” You pulled at his white blazer, elbows tucked to your sides.
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“Let me have it,” He whispered, eyes never leaving yours while capturing you in a french-kiss, and grasping your ass. Like a spell, the knot within you unraveled with a wail. Your body violently shook as you experienced the climax, cum soaking your panties that were never completely discarded, and Kazutora’s entire lap. The strain in his boxers was horribly painful, but the vibration you sent throughout his esophagus almost cured the problem underneath his pants.
“Oh no! My inner thigh is all sticky..I can’t go in there like this!” You exclaimed breathlessly, leaning back to look at yourself. With a sigh he ripped his blazer off, paying no regards to the broken buttons. You watched in confusion as he slipped the fabric off. “Don’t panic, I hate dressing up anyways.” The monotone of his voice made you giggle.
“Lift yourself up a bit, remove your underwear too.” Complying, you ridded the underwear to the floor. He tentatively wiped the mess off you. It only took a few seconds, once finished you began to fill the cups of your bra in again. He palmed your boob, “Leave the bra too.” The male said it with such seriousness you didn’t even bother to question it.
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“How do I look?" You asked, standing outside the open truck door. Examining you from thigh to chest, a glint appeared in Kazutora's eye. "I'll tell you if you do the thing with your tits," He simpered, head propped upon the hand that was supported by his leg. You knew exactly what he meant.
Shyly, you pawed your chest, and moved them around slowly, rolling your areola between your index and middle fingers. The self pleasure induced a grunt from you, "Like this..? Am I—ngh..doing it right..?" "Wrong!" He lied, just buying time to feed into his lust.
“H-huh!? What is it then?” “Just kidding!” You huffed in annoyance. “Be serious! I actually have to look presentable walking in there!” You gritted, pinching your brows together. Wiping the drool from the side his mouth, he waved you off, “Sorry, sorry! I’m serious now! You look amazing, my love, go be great!” He smiled happily.
Nodding, you pivoted to walk off, “But before you go…” Turning back, “Hm?" "Could you please bend over really quick?" He begged clasping his hands together. "Why?!" He timidly palmed the boner emerging from his trousers. "Only a taste!" Exhaling, once again, you stride toward the single step that rimmed the truck, and hopped in front of Kazutora. Your upper half leaned over the black headboard. Tooting your ass up in front of him, you hooked a finger to reveal your soaking pussy, “Make it quick, okay, baby?" You assured, looking back at him. With dry and anticipating lips,“‘K-Kay,” Was the only thing he managed to say.
Spreading your cunt, he licked a long strip along your slit, instinctively causing you to push it up against him. Taking the opportunity, he shoved his tongue inside your hole, swirling the muscle around.
Slurping noises left his mouth, an effort to savor your addictive taste and scent. You futilely attempted to shove his head away. Any time you tried to wiggle your hips away from his face, he’d trail your cunt. “T-Tora..uh! You said a quick taste, get your head out of there! ughnnn..! No—uhh~! No more, plea—uh, uh—I feel it again! My vagina is going to… Agh~! Cumming! Cu-hnghh..!”
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reiners-milkbiddies ¡ 8 months ago
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Got my 15 year old niece into Tokyo Revengers and now she’s fighting ME for MY fictional men 😫😂
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animekingfans ¡ 2 years ago
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KAZUTORA TIMESKIP
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koritoraa ¡ 2 years ago
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JABSBSHSBSBSAJHAHAVSAHAVVv
Me looking at him:
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My sister next to me probably was confused on wtf I was so happy like plzzzzz
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intheafterall ¡ 2 years ago
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Bday gift for@ichigokage
I shall let him have his patterns. 🫣
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plxnetyasaii ¡ 2 years ago
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KAZUTORA HANEMIYA
[SOUL TIES]
warnings:none jus something random cus i haven't posted in a year lol sorry💀🙏🏾
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Once again for some reason you met his eyes in a crowed area and suddenly everything went quiet , its not like you ran into each other either.
He was driving by and you were walking your dog, and some how you still met you always meet. You take your dog and run back home not looking back scared he might’ve turned back.
You slam the door closed outta breath and you slowly sliding down the wall, you just sit there mind now full of him so you just think cus you and him both know…No matter how much you guys break it off you still find your way back to each other anyway.
Its like your souls are tied and no matter what you will forever come back to each other, and you know that because to you he feels like home, even just being under his gaze makes you feel warm no matter how toxic the situation-ship gets you still find yourselves in each others arms.
You wanted to fight back this feeling and just let him live his life not hit him up but you can’t resist your feelings for him for long, so you pick up your phone, scroll down to his contact, tap on it and type out
“Hey” you sent the message then threw your phone and start screaming kicking your legs. suddenly you flinch “HEY CAN YOU BE QUIET ” your roommate yelled from upstairs, you honestly for got she was home since her usual all back platforms didn’t trip you when you ran in the house.
*ding* your head turns to your far away phone screen, the screen reads *new message from [kazuu<3]* your whole face heats up and all these thoughts come into your head.
“Hey”
“I was uh thinking maybe we could meet up to talk”
“Ofc you know anything for you ma, ill come pick you up in 30”
“Okay”
And this is how you ended up talking with your ex. Under a bridge. in his car. at 2am.
“I thought you were serious this time���[k]
“I was don’t make me change my mind”[y/n]
“Alright alright geez… Im glad you did though”[k]
“Really?”[y/n]
“Yes, no girl even comes close to you”[k]
You look down at your feet and he uses his index finger and thumb to guide your face to meet his eyes he speaks “can I-“ “why’re you even asking kazu yes.” Before you mouth closed he came crashing into you it caught you by surprise but you’ve missed this warmness so you just close your eyes and enjoy it while it lasts. He slowly back out of the kiss to look you in your eyes as your heads bump a lil bit “wanna spend the night” he says nervously chuckling.
You violently shake your head up and down laughing at his same cute nervousness he’s had since you were kids, and now your driving back to his place dozing off while looking out the window and you look over at him with a small smile and see he’s smiling too. you lay your head against the window watching out at the buildings passing by and he rests his right hand on your thigh rubbing it in slow circles.
The end<3
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seraphdreams ¡ 1 year ago
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My sister said she started watching s2 of Tokyo revengers but she didn't know why Kaz was looking like baji. I said don't you remember, he feels bad because he killed his best friend. She was like "He killed baji? Ponytail baji?" i was like he kinda killed himself too she was like "He did? In season 1? I didn't see that"
Girl what were you watching 🤣
PLEASE HOW COULD SHE FORGET THAT???
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neuronspider ¡ 2 years ago
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call me a hater or smth idc anymore i'm just gonna say that i really, really fucking hate bonten timeline it's so overrated for a timeline that has only gotten like 2 chapters tops lmao you can't even call it an arc
(bonten gang-centric rant on the tags lmao i honestly can't remember much about the main characters during that time to even talk about it)
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kazusrightmole ¡ 1 month ago
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DOES ANYONE KNOW THAT ONE SHOT ABT TIMESKIP KAZUTORA where like,, reader comes home after work and starts ranting to timeskip kazutora abt their work while kazutora listens before he suddenly brings up that they should break up bc of him not being in a stable mental state and thinks reader deserves sm more than him???? WITH READER BEING DISTRAUGHT ABT THAT DEEP DOWN BUT RESPECTED KAZUTORA’S WISHES AND LIKE,,, THEY END THE DAY BY EATING THEIR TAKEOUT FOR THE LAST TIME BEFORE THEY SEPARATED FOR REALSIESS?????? IT KIND OF ENDED IN A BITTERSWEET ENDING💔💔💔
i desperately need to know the oneshot😿😿 I CANY FIND IT SO PLS SEND THE LINK!!! (the oneshots here on tumblr btw!!)
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raamitsu ¡ 2 years ago
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i asked if anyone had a twitch link for today’s tokyorev 2nd season premiere on twitter but nobody responded 😭 guess i’ll have to watch it in a few hours then 😔
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jomemx ¡ 2 years ago
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tokyo revengers i finally get to watch after a year and a half of waiting
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wardingshout ¡ 2 years ago
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uuuh happy timeskip Kazutora in anime day
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kazutora-kurokawa ¡ 10 months ago
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Tokyo Revengers Breeding Headcanons
♡ NSFW obviously, fem reader, pet names ♡
Characters: Timeskip!Mitsuya, Draken, Tora & Michi
note: started writing this at 1 am cuz I was having baby fever and also couldn't sleep, ended up finishing it tho Tagging @arlerts-angel, here's a little sliver of Draken content (mechanic!Draken x reader fic otw tho)
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Wants A Big Family
Mitsuya: We all know how much of a family man Mitsuya is. He takes such good care of his little sisters and it'd be no different for his own kid. He knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and start a nice, big family with you. So it's no surprise that he has a fixation on getting you pregnant.
"Come on sweetheart, just one more load. I know you can take it! You're gonna make such a good mommy~"
Wants To Stretch You Out
Draken: There's an obvious size difference between the two of you. No matter your proportions he's always bigger than you. When it comes to Draken it's not just about filling you up, he also has a major size kink. He loves seeing the bulge form in your tummy when he fucks and creampies you. The fact that he's so much bigger than you turns him on to no end and he reminds you of this constantly when you two fuck.
"Aww look at my pretty girl. So strung out on my dick you can barely form a sentence. You love when I stretch you out like this don't you princess?"
Begs To Breed You
Takemichi: He is absolutely desperate to breed you! Will get down on his knees and beg like the crybaby he is. Acts good all week so you'll let him cum in you. Definitely has a mommy kink, he's just so submissive and cute. Even when he's balls deep in your pussy he's still whining and begging to cum inside.
"Please mommy, please lemme cum in you. I've been such a good boy for you I swear, just please lemme breed you!"
Wants To Trap You
Kazutora: You were his first and he wants you to be his last. He's obsessed with you and your pussy (definitely eats you out on a daily basis). He gets really insecure about your relationship and wants to get you pregnant so you'll be connected forever. Also an absolute whiny mess while he's inside you.
"Fuck, you look so pretty underneath me angel. Don't ever want you to leave me. Gonna fill you up and make sure you're all mine ♡"
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aleapple1216 ¡ 1 year ago
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ToMan in the last TimeSkip
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So, photos of the latest Tokyo Revengers exhibition are already leaking out. This is the layout of TOMAN after the last time skip BEFORE THEY FIGHT BLACK DRAGONS AND TENJIKU.
Leader: Sano Manjiro (Mikey) Second in command: Bakamichi (NO I'M NOT INSULTING HIM, THEY LITERALLY WROTE BAKAMICHI AND DRAW HIM THAT WAY) Vice-captain: Ryuuguji Ken (Draken)
Strategist: Tetta Kisaki Assistant: Hanma Shuuji
1st Division Captain: Keisuke Baji Vice Captain: Chifuyu Matsuno
2nd Division Captain: Takashi Mitsuya Vice-captain: Hakkai Shiba
3rd Division captain: Haruki Hayashida (Pah-chin) Vice captain: Ryohei Hayashi (Peh-yan)
4th Division Captain: Kazutora Hanemiya Vice-captain: Atsushi Sendo (Akkun) YES, AKKUN
Captain of the 5th division: Haruchiyo Akashi Vice Captain: Senju Akashi
6th Division Captain: Nahoya Kawata (Smile) Vice Captain: Souya Kawata (Angry)
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