description: Taking a job as a volunteer at a local zoo would change your life forever and for the better.
cw: humping, animalistic behavior, death, a fire, hybrid animal neglect, Kazutora has abandonment issues.
notes: I cried when I wrote about the death of the workers. Bye. Kazutora is a human with a tail and ears in this fanfic. He is in no way a actual four legged animals. I wrote a tiny bit of nsfw which I hadn't even planned to do, only read of you are okay with animalistic behavior like humping and licking. Sexualization of actual animals will get you blocked, reported and if you have a active account, posted and warned about. gtfo of my page.
Volunteering at your local zoo for college credits wasn’t something you thought you would enjoy as much as you did. You were quickly made aware that as a volunteer, you would get to do some not so pleasant jobs and your interactions with the animals would be limited, but that had turned out not to be as true as you thought.
If you were to list off your favorite things about the zoo, you would have to say the peacocks, due to just how beautiful and dramatic they were. The snakes, due to how you would have to play i-spy to find them everytime. And the tigers, well more like one of the special tigers.
You see, the zoo you volunteered at wasn’t just any regular zoo, they were big enough and supposedly good enough to their animals that legally they had been allowed to host hybrid animals. There was a lot of controversy about this kind of things in the media. Treating hybrid’s like trophies or caged animals, even if they had nice habitats, they were usually locked in them all day without pay. You especially hated this practice, having friends that owned hybrids, you saw just how much they longed for freedom and independence. They weren’t animals, having human emotions, wants and desires like hobbies and dreams. And this specific tiger had stolen your heart the moment you saw him. At first you had debated quitting the volunteer program, not wanting to support a business that caged hybrids. But when you found out that volunteers would be allowed to help and work with the hybrids, you decided to stay.
Maybe you had been a bit pushy with your supervisor, requesting to work with the tiger hybrid, but he didn’t seem to care much and put your name under the volunteer list for him. What had you expected? Well, not what you ended up getting. Kazutora turned out to be a overly sweet and curious tiger hybrid, not to mention just how beautiful he was. His long multicolored hair, pretty fluffy soft ears that would flick and turn down when being scolded by his trainer for rubbing up against you. Long, flexible tail that would smack against the ground and swish back and forth as you spoke to him. And his brilliant golden eyes and beauty mark. He was extremely gentle at first when he nervously shook your hand, shoulders slouched, which his trainer explained was typical of his more submissive personality. But in no time he seemed to warm up to you, sniffing and getting too close to you at the distaste of his trainer who had taught him the opposite.
At first Kazutora didn’t really understand who you were and why you would come see him every morning at the same time, then return every hour or so. His trainers and former volunteers usually would show up at random times a day and sometimes only for a small amount of time before leaving him to be watched and gawked at by children and grown ups alike. His trainer brought you into his backroom habitat where he would stay when not working, introducing you as his new volunteer. Kazutora couldn’t speak much english but he knew enough from the people around him to understand that you had chosen him specifically and volunteered to be here every day without pay. That was nice… You weren’t even forced to be here like him, you had chosen to come see him. You were always there at the same time every morning and he began to wait patiently for you at that time, greeting you with his affection head bumps and purring.
Time with Kazutora began to lengthen and you learned that the so called, best zoo in the country, wasn’t as great as it was made out to be. They seemed to just forget their hybrids and their volunteers that would begin to pile up tasks to take care of them, onto their shoulders. It was stressful and your resentment towards the zoo began to build up, but yet you didn’t ever take it out on Kazutora, only building a stronger bond with him as you began to work with him almost all day. Watching him in his exhibit when he had to work, while his trainer noted just how much happier he seemed to be with your constant presence.
Things were going good for awhile, even if you were disgusted by the zoo’s lack of care for the hybrid’s, you felt good about yourself for at least helping one of them and keeping him happy.
It was just another day of taking care of Tora, you had told him you would be back, going off to get him some food and fluids. Of course he made a bit of a stink about it like always, shoulders slouching and ears dropping as he watched you leave, even as you assured him you’d be back soon. He trusted you but he was quite used to being forgotten at this point and it was a hard thing to brush out of his mind. What if you disappeared? He’d be so sad…
You began to sort through the food that they provided the hybrids, lifting your nose at the clearly less prepared pieces of fish and searching for the nicest one. The smell was awful and something you had become used to, but something was different this time. That familiar fishy smell began to be overtaken by something else. Something you’d never thought you’d smell.
Smoke.
It became overwhelming quickly and you dropped the food that you had begun preparing, rushing to the door of the food room and praying the handle wasn’t too hot yet. It was warm, but you were able to pry it open, shutting it behind you in hopes of the food storage not being harmed too horribly. Your mind immediately went to the hybrid you had been taking care of, who had became part of your daily routine and taken your heart without even trying. Even as you ran down the walkways, watching other workers work to lead regular animals to safety, or run towards the exit of the zoo. Even as you watched the fire, unaware of where it had started, begin to spread along the exhibits, smoke spreading throughout the whole zoo, you continued a long the path towards Kazutora’s exhibit. It became clear that the hybrids were being forgotten almost all together in favor of the wild animals. It broke your heart but you couldn’t focus on that now, only on saving Kazutora from getting lost in the flames.
The smoke had become thick in the air though, and your eyes began to water and throat began to tighten horribly. Your mouth had dried out and sweat dripped along your face as you avoided any fallen debris and fire, taking everything in its path like a tornado. But you couldn’t stop, passing the beautiful peacock exhibit that you had admired on every single one of your food walks, the snake exhibit, eyes darting around to see if you could spot one of the snakes you had learned the names of, you couldn’t.
Flames were engulfing the whole entire place and you jumped as a building near you burst into flames and began to tumble, sparks flying dangerously close to you. You scrambled away, shoes scraping against the concrete as you pushed on, pace becoming slower and slower. You had to get to him. But you were becoming more aware of how futile your efforts were, slowing down and coughing loudly, halfway there. Yet your efforts were stalled as your foot slammed into a piece of fallen, flaming debris and you fell hard onto the concrete, face hitting the hard surface and knocking the wind out of you. You could barely pull yourself onto your hands and knees, coughing violently and stomach swirling in nausea. Everything burned and you almost wondered if you were on fire. You couldn’t even panic as your eyes began to droop, wanting to close them to hide them from the irritation of the smoke. But just as they began to shut, your eyes caught the familiar figure of your adored hybrid. He was amazingly quick, darting towards you under falling debris and around the flames. How had he even found you, was it your coughing that had pulled him in your direction? You didn’t know but you weren’t able to think about it as you blacked out into darkness.
When you awoke, the first thing you felt was the way your head pounded and body ached, your lung’s immediately forced a painful cough out of your dry throat and you squeezed your eyes shut tight, trying to endure the pain as the coughing fit seemed to last forever. The pain made it hard for you to start thinking about the prior accident and what was going on, until you felt a gentle nudge against your side that forced your eyes open warily. You couldn’t decipher where you were yet, but you began to make out the blurry form of someone pressing against your side, nudging into you over and over again. The pair of fluffy ears and tail that seemed to be standing on end was unforgettable and you at once recognized your sweet boy. He had saved your life. And was still trying to. Another violent cough shook your weak body, and you attempted to lift your hand up towards his head, shakily brushing the top of it.
In seconds, he was on top of your lap, legs straddling your thigh and soft hand finding your bruised and scraped up cheek. Confusion was your first emotion, especially as you felt something solid bump against your lips, but as your eyes began to open and adjust despite the pain, you realized it was a bottle of water. Kazutora was looking down at you, eyes somber and red as he held the bottle to your lips. You opened your mouth up for him, ignoring the water that spilled around the corner of you dry lips as he tilted it slowly down your throat, stopping every once in awhile to allow you to cough up grey or black mucus that he wiped away from your lips carelessly like it was nothing to be disgusted about. He was so gentle and careful with how he touched you, flinching away if you flinched and looking at you with confused and worried eyes until your softly patted his thigh before continuing his care.
You drank the water until he reached for something in his pocket, struggling to pry open what looked like a small box and packet before lifting something up to your lips. You trusted him enough to take it into your mouth, a sweet taste replacing the gross soot that had enveloped your taste buds. He had given you a cough drop. It was hard for you to speak, but you managed to croak out the question you had, softly. “Where'd you get this?”
His eyes seemed to speak for him, a look of guilt and frustration filling those sad golden orbs. “Stole.” He mumbled, suddenly lowering his head to press his nose towards your unwounded cheek and filling you with warmth. “Sorry…”.His voice was soft and emotional, small sniffles leaving his nose as he continued to nudge your cheek affectionately.
“ ‘S okay…you were helping me…im so thankful..”. You whispered, turned you head softly to meet his eyes, that look of guilt slowly fading away, and his tail patting over and over again on your leg. “What now?”
Ya, Kazutora was a hybrid. You didn’t expect him to know what to do and you had slowly become aware that you were leaning on a tree, assuming you were in a park. He had probably chosen this spot as it felt familiar to him. Your first thought was to go to the hospital, but you knew they would likely be separated from Kazutora, the staff claiming he had germs or hybrids weren’t allowed in the hospital. You couldn’t and wouldn’t leave him. Not after he saved you. At least not until you could bring him somewhere secure where you could return too. And that place would have to be your apartment.
Leading Kazutora to your apartment was a whole ordeal itself. He held you in his arms, fumbling slightly and tightening his grip on you in fear when anyone looked at him with concern or suspicion. He took instructions okay, but would get confused and skittish if he didn’t understand. Holding you snug against him as his ears flicked and drooped. You were thankful that you had kept your keys on you today, but you knew your bag and wallet had probably burned up in the fire. You’d worry about it later.
After a bit of struggle, Kazutora was carrying you up a staircase towards your apartment, eyes darting around the numbers before finding the one you had told him was yours. He also fumbled the key, not really understand how it worked until the locked clicked and he was able to open the door, kicking it behind him and playing with the lock till it closed again.
The smell of you filled his nostril’s and despite the bad situation, it delighted him, this must have been your nest. He carried you towards the soft bed, laying your feeble form into the sheets and crawling up next to you. He knew he needed to care for you, but he just wanted to press against you for a moment. It was in his nature, his instincts told him to lick at your soft skin, hybrids tongues being a bit more spiky than humans and he continued to lick up your neck and your cheek, then to your wrists and waist that peaked out of your roughed up uniform. This wasn’t something that was allowed at the zoo for obvious reasons, but you let him continue, hand brushing against his ears and head. After a bit of what he deemed comfort, he scrambled off the bed and stood above you, ears flicking around and hoping you’d have more instructions for him.
The hardest thing to do was to explain to him which one of your medicines in your cabinet was antibiotics, he was clearly frustrated as he brought the bottles back, only to hear it was the wrong ones. Eventually carrying all of them over and dropping them on the bed, allowing you to point out the right one. He fed you two pills like he had before, allowing you to shakily hold the cup he had made you this time, swallowing the pills. Next was the tea, which you feared Kazutora would struggle with, but thankfully he did surprisingly well. Next easily edible food like fruit and the nasal spray which you more easily led him to in the cabinets. You had done as much as you could think of and you knew the next step was to go to the hospital.
Explaining that to Kazutora was hard and he didn't taking the news well.
“Don’t leave.” He blurted out, tail drooping as you slowly sat up from the sheets, eyes red and itchy as you looked at him.
“I’ll be back, Tora. I promise…I’ve never lied to you before. If I have to stay there for a while…my friend will come and check on you.”
“No!”, He cried, tears beginning to bubble on his waterline, tugging at your heart strings.
“Im sorry….but you know I need to…I could get worse then I’d be gone for a long time…”. You whispered, another coughing fit forcing you to lay back on your side.
That’s when he began to cry softly, a mix of guilt, fear and acceptance making him emotional. He curled up against you and cried softly, you felt horrible. You knew something must have happened in the past to make him so afraid of you leaving, some kind of abandonment issues. But this really was the only way.
You gave him as simple instructions as you could, scratching his ears softly and explaining to him not to leave the apartment or turn on the oven. He could sleep in your bed and play with the tv and if you needed, you’d send your friend to come take care of him, which he still denied he needed. The way he watched you slowly and shakily walk out the door to ask your neighbor for a phone was unbelievably hard. His eyes still watering as he sat on your bed, holding one of your pillows to his chest and sniffling over and over. You’d come back. Nothing would stop you from being with him.
The hospital trip was as hard as you had expected and the news was devastating. You’d have to stay there for a good two weeks after x-rays that revealed you had smoke poisoning and needed help with oxygen intake. They allowed you to call your family, assuring them you were okay after they saw the news on tv and calling your friend, explaining the situation. Your best friend was understanding and you thanked her a million times as she agreed to check up on Kazutora every day and bring him food. She would call you every day while she was at the apartment and let you speak to Kazutora over the phone and he would ask every time if you were coming back. You promised him you would soon.
You passed the time, reading about the lawsuit that was being taken up against the zoo and the owner. The deaths of the animals and hybrids that depressed you for days. And the lives of human workers that were taken when they stayed back to help the animals. They were rewarded with badges of honor and special graves, marked as saviors and heroes for sacrificing their lives for animals and others. You were even mentioned in the newspaper as well as some of your other surviving coworkers who had remained behind, letters of get well soons and balloons even once or twice. It kept you from being completely miserable until the day you were finally released from the hospital. Your parents had come down to be with you for awhile and they were the ones who drove you back to your apartment and you assured them you would be okay, not wanting to tell them about your new roommate quite yet. Your mother and father kissed and hugged you goodbye at the door, thankfully ignoring the weird bumped that were starting to come from behind the door.
You waited till they rounded the corner before unlocking the door, not expecting exactly what you’d be met with when you opened it. Kazutora practically pounced on you, almost knocking you to the ground as he pulled you close to him, unending purrs shaking him, his from tail wrapping around anything it could. The overwhelming joy almost brought you to tears and you rushed him back into your room before locking the door and allowing him to stick against you, rubbing and nuzzle your body. You were thankful for how clean your best friend had kept the apartment, even if your bed was a bit messy. She had informed you that while she washed your bed, she had made Kazutora take a bath and wait to get back on it. He had glared at her the whole time, tail thumping on the carpet floor, giving her glares. Luckily, the bedding still smelt like you when it was done and he happily messed up the bedding she had just made, before fighting with her when he tried to pull some of your clothes from your dirty laundry and make a nest out of it. He seemingly had just done it when she left the final day because all of your clothes was huddled up in a slight circle on the bed. You didn’t mind. Not at all.
Especially as you spent the whole night, laying in bed with Kazutora, the tv playing quietly in the background as you held him against your chest. You allowed him to softly kneed your body, stomach, hips and chest through your flimsy pajamas, he was not even thinking about it in a sexual way. He even attempted to press a few soft kisses to your lips, something he had seen couples do outside his exhibit. It was too cute, and you held his cheek, brushing your thumb against it while moving your lips against his softly.
Nsfw Below This.
You felt slightly guilty for the way things slowly escalated, hybrid and human romance, sexual realtionships were controversial in public eye. While hybrids can consent and speak, their animalistic behavior rubbed a lot of people the wrong way and some were looked at shamefully for partaking in it. But the feelings you had for Kazutora were romantic and caring, nothing you could feel for an animal. And as his kisses became sloppier and full of appreciation and love, you didn’t stop them turning into licking, trailing down your body. You let his hands tug and messily remove your top, pulling it up and above your tits. He had thought about this before which made him feel guilty since you were his volunteer and he wasn’t sure you liked him the way he liked you. But you were kissing his head and whispering soft praises, telling him it was okay if he wanted to keep going. And he did, he really did.
He licked at your stomach, chest, nipples, enjoying the way they seemed to perk up in reaction. Which only led to him giving them extra love, sucking softly and kissing them like he had your lips, amateurly and messy. His fingers meanwhile began to repeat that messy process of tugging down your jeans, while beginning to slowly hump your bed and the pillow he had been showing a particular favoritism for while you were gone. Kazutora wasn’t an animal, he had human qualities yet a tail and ears, meaning masturbation and being turned on by things wasn’t uncommon. And his dick throbbed as he rubbed it against your bed, whining and allowing one of his hand to leave the waist of your pants for a moment to undo his pants, unzipping his jeans pulling his cock from his boxers, allowing it to brush against your bed, pre cum beginning to soak a certain spot of your sheets. Your jeans were pulled down around your ankles soon enough and he climbed on top of you, only then were you aware that his pretty, throbbing cock had been released from his boxers and was being grinded on your now exposed, now wet thigh.
“Love you..”, He whispered, arms wrapping around your torso as he humped your thigh over and over, continuing to kiss your breasts over and over. Your hands and fingers laced into his hair, massaging his scalp as he grinded on you until orgasm, squirting and creaming all over your leg. His whines were adorable and the moment he finished, he began to purr and climb back up into your arms, ignoring how wet and sticky your thigh was and the way his limp cock still rested on your exposed hip. He buried his face in your neck and closed his eyes, happy and content. He had never in his life been so happy, away from captivity and with someone he trusted. He didn’t miss his trainer or old life at all. He was excited to spend every day of his life with you from now on.
(Ahahaha Last paragraph so Tumblr doesn't delete my writing on mobile when I add read more)
(Here is another please don't delete my ending im exhausted.)
Hiiii so I've been obsessed with your Tokyo Revengers content lately, literally eating it up like aaaah so good. Wanted to see if you could do something for Bajis twin sister, still have Baji alive ofc, but he's like ridiculously over protective of her, boyfriends hell nah not any of his friends especially but she has a crush on Kazutora? Sorry if it's a lot no sweat if you can't or it doesn't vibe with you but I feel like protective twin brother Baji is just aaaaah yes everything.
i'm making tora absolutely lovesick and a simp because do i see him as the type to fall in love so hard it takes him years to get over it? yes, yes i do.
ᵇᵃʲⁱ'ˢ ᵗʷⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ… ᵀᴼᴿᴬ !!
being baji's twin includes...
god sometimes you want to punch him. you feel like you deserve a free pass from babysitting your twin since you've done that for nine months in your mom's womb, but somehow you're the go-to babysitter for keisuke.
this essentially means you go wherever keisuke goes and knows everyone he knows. however, you have a tendency to sit in the background and make sure keisuke stays out of trouble. this also includes stopping his plan of breaking into shinichiro's shop to get the bike mikey wanted.
you've also known mikey for a long time, since you also went to train at his grandfather's dojo, but keisuke was far closer with him than you were, but you didn't have any problems with that. what you did have a problem with was your brother trying to commit a crime just to make his friend happy. you knew that mikey would be more than disappointed if he found out that the bike he received was a gift obtained by a crime.
you also scolded kazutora about thinking about committing a crime, when it was clear that mikey doesn't want that to happen. you also pointed out that the shop they were planning on breaking into was shinichiro's shop, and the two finally dropped their stubborn act. honestly, tora isn't sure where he would be if you weren't right behind keisuke to stop them both.
since then he's looked up to you a lot. you clearly have a lot more common sense and intellect than keisuke, so it wasn't a bad influence to stay around you. besides, he could help protect you should you get attack on the streets.
when tora told keisuke about his crush on you, keisuke laughed and said that you were much more of a kickass than you appeared to be. the difference between you and his fighting style was that you were strategic with where you punched your opponent and didn't have your fists flying at every chance you got like keisuke.
learning this, tora felt as though he was probably better off being your study buddy for school, but he was glad that keisuke didn't seem to mind the blossoming crush he had for his twin. keisuke may be dumb, but he wasn't blind and could see how tora would look at you with stars in his eyes. except the stars were turning into hearts because the more the two of you grew up, his feelings turned into something more than he expected.
as for you, you didn't fall for him until the two of you were third-year students in middle school. the two of you usually ate lunch on the rooftop, and it was the same as always for the one particular day. it was just tora happened to get into a food coma and passed out on your lap, giving you the perfect opportunity to realize he was a lot more attractive than the last time you analyzed his appearance.
ever since then, you became hyperaware of how he treated you compared to other girls like the ones in his class and emma, and safe to say there was a clear show of favoritism between you and everyone else. you even got special treatment compared to keisuke!
meanwhile, keisuke was ready to explode a blood vessel watching the two of you tiptoe around each other emotionally and couldn't understand why either of you didn't confess already. it was obvious to everyone and their blind grandma that the two of you had the hots for each other, but still didn't manage to become an item yet.
so, he proposed a secret mission to the toman leaders, and they started to scheme how they could get the two of you to confess. sadly, their plan was a waste of time because kazutora popped the question on the dinner date the two of you were having that same evening, and you obviously said yes. (if you're gonna say no get out/hj)
so by the time the two of you got to the meeting holding hands and being generally more clingy with each other keisuke was ready to burn some cars down out of frustration. like yes, he was happy the two of you were finally dating, and kazutora was finally his future brother-in-law, but the plan was going to be great! but tora just had to ask you that night...
it's like answering a question on a quiz the teacher told you not to answer, but you wasted time doing so anyway.
other than keisuke's overall existential crisis, the relationship started off smoother than michael jackson's moonwalk
it's clear to everyone that tora has eyes for you and you only because his eyes soften around his friends because he loves them too, but they literally turn into butter when he sees you and his personality turns into cotton candy.
he opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you, gives you his jacket, does your hair, gives you bike rides around town, studies with you whenever possible, compliments you at least ten times a day, and it's like he breathes to make you happy.
and you'd help him with his studies, make him snacks to eat with your brother and other friends, helps him maintain his hair and overall health, and you go to the gym with him once the two of you started living together (plot twist: it's wakasa's gym). it gets to the point every regular at the gym has called you the sugar couple because of how sweet the two of you act with each other.
and it's exclusive to only each other because if anyone else tries to bother either of you, the latter will be glaring at them from across the room so harshly that the person won't be able to sleep at night. well, that's what keisuke says, but he makes everything dramatic, so you told tora to ignore him (keisuke was very offended).
nicknames for kazutora <3: tora, tiger, baby tiger, babe, my love, little prince, charmer, pretty boy (bc he is), loverboy, and big baby <3
Step-brother Kazutora makes me wanna throw away my morale code
cw: Kazutora is gross, panty licking, non con, Stepcest.
It all began once your parents got married and they stayed for a bit to move you and your mother in to Kazutora’s house before leaving for their honeymoon. Kazutora’s eyes had always lingered on you too much and now you were living under the same room as him. He knows it’s wrong to think about you like he does, but his father was never good to him anyways. So he doesn’t feel too guilty about the way he snatches your recently used panties from your laundry basket while your gone, burying his nose in them and licking at the still soggy fabric.
Or how he sneaks into your room at night and crawls into bed behind you and humping your cute little ass, exposed with only a pair of panties and a T shirt. His arms tight around your waist, keeping you there as you wake up and quietly beg him to stop. But he can’t, not when his cock is pressed hard against your panties through his jeans, throbbing and needy. His face is buried in the back of your neck as he grunts and whines. “Can’t- just lemme’.”
One of his hands finds it’s way under your T shirt and slips into your panties before you can stop him, beginning to spread your pussy with his fingers and sink them into your cunt. You are so cute, he feels a bit bad as you continue to squirm, whimpers leaving your lips. But he can’t stop himself, his other hand coming up to grope your tits through your shirt.
You won’t tell on him right? When walks into the kitchen and sees your bending over to getting something out of the cabinet and he just has to grab your hips in those tight shorts, rubbing himself against you.
When you are showering and the door is somehow unlocked by your sleazy step brother and he climbs into the shower with you, covering your mouth and pressing you against the shower wall so he can grind his cock into your sweet cunt.
Please just let him play with your cute tits while the two of you watch a show. Your parents are in the other room? It’s okay. He’s just gonna lift your shirt up a bit… and maybe slip his hands down your skirt. Please?
What about when he catches you changing and you hear your door shut, only to turn and see him slipping his cock out of his pants and into his hand, stroking it and whining softly. You’ll suck it for him right? Let him cum on your face please. You can sneak to the bathroom and wash it off when your parents go to bed. While you wait for that, get on all fours and spread your legs for him so he can eat you out from behind. Or wrap your pretty painted nails around his cock. That would be nice..
“being a pretty flag girl is more than waving around banners and wearing cute skirts.”
WARNINGS. this series contains an ungodly amount of smut. reader discretion is advised. topics explored are: gangbanging, drugs, gang activities, semi-dark content, weapons, dub/noncon. each fic will be tagged with its own warnings. 18+ only.
NOTE. finally putting out this series that i’ve been thinking about for a while now. i hope you all enjoy it. each fic is inspired by a song so listen to them!
— STARTING LINE UP.
PART I — NO PHOTOS.
SHIBUYA CITY CHAMPION, BAJI KEISUKE GOES HEAD TO HEAD WITH KAZUTORA HANEMIYA.
PART II — BLINDING LIGHTS.
BRAHMAN’S PRINCESS RACES AGAINST BONTEN’S MASTERMIND, MANJIROU SANO.
PART III — P POWER.
DRAKEN V. HANMA SHUJI.
PART IV — TASTE.
IZANA KUROKAWA FLIES ALL THE WAY FROM MANILA TO RACE AGAINST BEST FRIEND, KAKUCHO HITTO!
PART V — TO BE ANNOUNCED.
Bonten had somewhat of a ritual. It wasn’t anything too crazy like pentagrams or summoning the dead relatives of their victims, but something that made them, them. It was the driving force of all their operations, the sole source that kept the organization afloat. When things went awry they knew they could always count on this one thing, something minor yet major.
A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! If you want to be tag, you have to have your age in the bio. This story is strictly 18+ only. So if there is no age in your bio, or you are a minor you won't be tagged and you will be blocked. Please respect my boundaries. Nothing in this story is SFW and there are a lot off triggers.
Freedom. You had freedom from Kazutora Hanemiya for a week. During your freedom it was great, but now you wished he would have showed up. He currently had you pinned to the wall, kissing your neck. Your hands were above your head, and you couldn’t move. You wanted to cry. He wasn’t doing anything else besides kissing your neck, but you still didn’t want to.
“Kazutora, please stop. I am begging you.”
“Begging sounds nice on you, really.”
“Tora, please.”
You struggled but stopped when Kazutora stopped moving.
“Hmm? Tora? I like it. Start calling me Tora every day now.”
“Wait~I?”
“If you want me to stop, call me Tora…”
You bit your lip, as his unnerving eyes stayed on your pathetic form and you nodded your head. He stopped and parted from you.
“Good, now I wanna walk you home. Let’s go.”
Kazutora grabbed your hand and started to walk away from the school. Your eyes widened as you looked over at him. He didn’t know where you lived, and you liked it that way.
“You don’t have to, Ka~er Tora. I can walk home by myself.”
“Don’t be stupid. I remember seeing some guys messing with you when you were walking home this week. So I am taking you home.”
He wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you close. You didn’t even remember seeing him when walking home. You were lost in thought. You didn’t even realize that you weren’t the one leading. He was pulling you along by your waist.
Which if you would have been more aware, you would have realized he already knew where you lived.
Once you guys arrived at your house, you were looking for your key, staying quiet, but Kazutora reached into the plant and grabbed the spare key.
“How did you know?” You asked, and Kazutora had that uneasy smile on his face.
“I know everything about my girlfriend,” he leaned close to your ear, before whispering, “especially where her bedroom is.”
You started to shake as he pulled away and left you outside of your home. You shook your head and quickly went inside, locking your door. You turned around and tossed your bag on the floor.
“I-I should move, if he knows where I live. Maybe if I move far away, he will leave me alone.” You walked into the kitchen to see your mother cooking dinner.
“Hey sweetie, how was school?”
“Terrible… can we please move? My grades are dropping and I-” you trailed off.
Your mother frowned and stopped cooking.
“What’s going on?”
You sat at the table and buried your face in your hands. You didn’t want to worry your mother, but you really wanted to move far away.
“My bully, he- I think he is stalking me. He knew exactly where the key was and knew where I lived. All my friends isolated themselves from me because he threatened them. I- just can’t do this. I am scared.”
Your mother’s eyes softened before nodding her head.
“Well, good news is your father got promoted, so we were already moving. Your father wanted us to move at the end of the week, but I think he will understand if we move sooner. I will let your father know. Have the school been notified?”
“The school knows about him already, but because he has a… a past, no one really stops or approaches him.”
“I see. This concerns. And you are the only one?”
“Yeah, he declared I was his girlfriend. He is also part of a gang.”
“Very well, we will certainly be moving. Go pack, I will finish up dinner. Your father has already started to move some things to the new home. So, just pack your clothes. The movers will grab the rest.”
“Okay…”
You left for your room and started to pack. You grabbed your phone and told your friends you were moving. When they ask where, you didn’t know nor bothered to ask your mom. You just said your father gotten a new promotion that required him to move. It was for the best, just in case Kazutora asked them. They really didn’t know where.
Once you were done packing, your mother called you for dinner. Your mother asked more about Kazutora and you explained everything. She was upset you didn’t come to her or your father sooner, because they could have got it when it first started. You nodded, apologizing, and you both ate in silence. Apparently she had already told your father, so he expedited the moving services to come tonight, and paid extra. You got into the car, playing with your phone.
Your mother started driving as soon as the moving services had left the house. Apparently, you guys would be four hours away from your new home. Which made you feel safer. You quickly blocked Kazutora’s phone number and everyone else that you went to school with.
You even asked your mother to change your phone number, which she happily agreed to so you could put everything behind you.
You smiled softly as you fell asleep against the window. The day’s events are now behind you because you wouldn’t have to deal with Kazutora anymore.
A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! If you want to be tag, you have to have your age in the bio. This story is strictly 18+ only. So if there is no age in your bio, or you are a minor you won't be tagged and you will be blocked. Please respect my boundaries. Nothing in this story is SFW and there are a lot off triggers.
You walked through the halls and noticed everyone staring at you. You were confused as they quickly turned around. It wasn’t until some of your friends rushed to you, concerned.
“What’s going on?” You asked, and one of them showed you the topic of discussion around the school. It was a photo of Kazutora kissing you.
You snatched the photo and turned it around and saw the words written on it.
‘She is mine. You guys touch her. You won’t live to regret it.”
“Is that a hickey?” Another one of your friends asked, and you quickly placed a hand over your neck.
“Are you really dating Kazutora?”
“No, I’m not. He forced himself on me. He kissed me and bit my neck. He also forced me to not to show up to a date I had.”
You looked down and your friends looked at each other, confused. There was nothing they could do. They already tried to tell the teacher, but the teacher ignored them. Completely overlooking at the way Kazutora treated you.
“Wish there was something we could do, but we tried telling a teacher.”
Another girl said, but you looked down, gripping your bag strap.
Suddenly, an arm was wrapped around your shoulders and you tensed up almost immediately. You didn’t have to look to see who it was because your friends were shaking, because of the fear.
“Now, there is nothing to tell. It’s perfectly fine, we are okay. Aren’t we (Y/N)?” Kazutora asked and kissed your cheek before walking away with you.
“I really don’t like your friends. If they can’t keep their nose out of OUR business, I may have to make them disappear.”
“Please, Kazutora, do nothing to hurt them. They are just looking out for me.”
“Well, I want you to tell them that me and you are officially a thing. Or else. Got it?”
“Y-Yes…”
“Great, see you after school,” he said.
He flashed you an innocent smile before leaving, but you knew that smile was dangerous. You walked to class with your head down, avoiding looking at anyone.
“(Y/N)?”
You looked up and saw the sweet boy that you were supposed to meet up with yesterday and you could tell he was hurt.
“I want you to know, I am not upset. I completely understand, and I don’t blame you. It’s not your fault… about Kazutora.”
He quickly rushed away, and you felt the burden and guilt lift off of your shoulders. The words you wanted to hear, and you were glad he didn’t blame you.
You went to your seat and took out your notebook to prepare for the day’s classes.
~time skip~
The school day ended, and you gathered everything. You knew Kazutora was waiting for you, which only made you go slower.
You walked to your locker and opened it before an envelope fell from it. You picked it up and opened it.
“Meet me behind the school again. Don’t bring anyone. I have something for my princess. <3,”
You shuddered and shoved the letter in your bag before putting all of your books away and made your way to the back of the school. You adjusted the strap of your bag, as you saw Kazutora pacing back and forth holding flowers. You were confused, and when you caught his eye, he rushed to you and wrapped one arm around your neck.
“I got these flowers for you…”
“For… me? Why?” You asked, and Kazutora flashed you the brightest smile.
“You are my girlfriend, so I have to buy you nice things.”
“Kazutora… I, uhm… I appreciate the kind gesture, but we aren’t dating,” you whispered.
You glanced at Kazutora and saw that his face twisted in confusion.
“Of course we are. We kissed yesterday.”
“Yeah, you forced it upon me. I don’t share the same feelings as you, Kazutora. You always bully me. How can I have the same feelings, when you really scare me?”
Kazutora's face went from hurt to anger within a matter of seconds. He pulled your bag away and gripped your cheeks.
“As long as you don’t anger me, you don’t have a reason to fear me (Y/N). Now, you are going to stop being so annoying, okay? I really like you, and you are my girlfriend now. So accept it.”
He let your face go, and you shakily took the flowers and nodded your head. You saw your friends from the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t meet theirs.
Kazutora noticed them and grinned at you.
“Let’s give them a show…”
“What?”
Suddenly, his lips were on yours and he cupped your cheeks gently after dropping your bag to the ground. This kiss was a lot more gentle, as gentle as his touch. It shocked you, that he could be this soft, but you knew it was all for show.
Once he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours. His eyes that always sent a chill down your spine met yours.
“Shall we go on a date?”
“My parents are home, I~,”
“You aren’t lying to me, are you? You do realize, I know you don’t live alone, right?”
“Sorry~,”
“You really enjoy making me angry, don’t you?” He asked, and you shook your head.
“No, I am sorry. Please, don’t hurt me.”
“Hmm, I will forgive you this time. Let’s go.”
He gripped your free hand before picking your book bag up. He led you to his motorcycle before taking the flowers from your hand. He placed them in the book bag and placed the book bag in front of him as he got on.
“Get on…”
“I-Is it safe? I never been on before.”
“Of course it is. Just hold on tight so you don’t fall off.”
You shakily got on and wrapped your arms around his waist. Your heart was racing out of fear, while Kazutora’s heart was racing from having you so close.
He didn’t know it before, but he always wanted things to be this way. Your arms wrapped around his waist while he rode down the street.
He revved his engine before driving off, leaving everyone to stare in awe. You buried your face in his back, scared that you would fall. Little did you know Kazutora wouldn’t let anything happen to you. In fact, he had every intention of making sure you were safe. Safe from everything and everyone… except for him.
Description: You meet Ryusei's mother for the first time when she happens to be home.
Warnings: Mostly Fluff, Spelling Errors, Suggestive comment by Ryusei's mother (which is expected)
"You sure live far from school, huh?" You said, breaking the silence between you and Ryusei.
He hummed, "Yup, but at least I don't have to worry about seeing other people from school around my place."
"I guess thats a perk. It's always SO embarrassing seeing someone from school outside of school."
Ryusei chuckled at your comment. "For real! Like why do you have to be out while I'm out?" He agreed as you giggled.
"So are we almost there?"
"Yeah, just around this corner. Just a warning though, we live above of a bar so there might be people there."
"Noted" You respond.
After walking a bit more, you and Ryusei finally stop in front of a place called 'Snack Masami.'
You bother were about to enter when suddenly the door busted open, revealing a woman with shoulder length blonde hair and an almost skin tight black dress.
The mysterious woman wore a bright smile as she said "Darling! I was wondering when you'd come home!"
She tried to hug Ryusei when he suddenly stepped back, making her pout. "Come on, you would let your dear mother hug you?"
Ryusei squinted his eyes as he was about to say something, but was interrupted by you. "You're Ryusei's mother?! Your so...pretty!" You said with your mouth wide open in shock.
"Who are you? Oh! Are you my son's girlfriend!?" She asked as her smile gree bigger.
Before you could say anything, Ryusei's mother said "How could my son not tell me he had such a cute girlfriend!"
"Uh, yeah" You responded sith a nervous smile.
His mom immediately hugged you tightly. "That's so wonderful! Call me mother-in-law, screw that, call me Mom!" She said excitedly.
Ryusei who was watching this all unfold decided to butt in. "Okay okay Mom! You can let her go now!" He tugged you out of her grip.
Ryusei's mom pouted once again. "Awwww but I wanna get to know my daughter-in-law more!"
"She's just my girlfriend and she has a name! It's Y/n!"
"That's such a cute name!! Come on Y/n, do you want a drink?" She asked as she tugged on your arm lightly.
"Uhm, No thanks Ms. Satou! I don't drink, plus I'm a minor." You responded.
She protested."Cmon! I won't tell anyone" she smirked.
Ryusei grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the stairs. "Okay thats enough! We'll be going to my room!"
"Okayyyyy. Use protection!" She smiled and she put her finger to her lip.
"We're just hanging out!"
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Note: I know this is short considering I haven't wrote anything in a long time. I've have writers block forever! Plus I've just had to move school's which is very stressful! Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed and I'll try to write more!
*hugs* I can't resist it, you're so cute kazutora ^w^
let's go on our second date tomorrow~!
"Huh!? C-cute? *blushes* i think that word suits you more, i prefer to be called handsome~ hehe. Oh another date? *smiles softly* im glad you enjoy are first one. But i need to ask. If this is are second date does that mean your mine [Name]~?"
notes: written in response to this request/ask. Alright hades we’re seeing if tumblr will cooperate this time, fingers crossed. Even if it doesn’t though, I promise I’ll leave it this time. I’m just happy with how the fic came out
warnings: female reader, drugs/drugging, alcohol,noncon, in this reader is shy, an absolute fangirl and absolutely not a party girl.
By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult/dark content, and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI
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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You hiss at your friend, tugging on the much-to-short skirt she’d pressured you into wearing tonight, desperately trying to make sure your ass is covered as the people who move past keep jostling you, threatening to expose you less than socially acceptable undergarments.
She’s tapping her foot, full of excited jitters as she turns her head constantly, looking for her so called “hook up”.
You’re both waiting where she said he agreed to meet, but it’s been nearly twenty minutes since the encore ended.
“Don’t be a baby! He said he’s friends with the band. When are we ever gonna get a chance like this again?”
“If you’re sure I guess,” you mutter, pressing closer to her as another wave of concert goers shove past you guys to exit the venue. “We still have a ride home right?”
“—There they are!” Your friend squeals under her breath, palms smoothing over her clothes with anxious excitement.
You swivel your head to see where she’s looking and your mouth dries out. Holy shit, she wasn’t kidding. Heading right for you guys is the charming blonde who claimed to be tight with band, and following close behind him is their drummer, Keisuke, and he’s way hotter in person.
Anxiety simmers in your gut; you don’t see him yet, but reality hits that you might actually get to meet your favorite musician, the man you so desperately wanted to see on stage if only for an hour that you begged your friend to get tickets with you to come here tonight.
Kazutora. You would have been satisfied just fine with getting to see him from beneath the stage, only a few rows back and thankfully no giants to block your view. His command of the crowd, bright smiles but fierce energy as he sang so hard his throat probably bled, sweat dripping down every inch of exposed inked skin, and a cunning smirk that would burn in your fantasies for months to follow… yeah it would have been enough.
But in person? Speaking to him? Your heart is fluttering in your throat, and sudden giddiness evaporates all your previous misgivings in an instant.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k word
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: disclosed accordingly (lmk if I missed anything)
𝐟𝐭. Kazutora, Takeomi, Takemichi, Kakucho
𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: spying, voyeurism
The first thing Kazutora bought with his first paycheck was a teddy bear for you
It was kind of forward considering you’d only been on a few dates, but the gesture was appreciated nonetheless
Unbeknownst to you, however, the plushie obscured a small camera and microphone hidden in its beady left eye.
Soon enough, It became Kazutora’s favorite feed; after a long day of work, he’d come home and watch you in your room.
He knows it’s wrong and that you’d be absolutely mortified if you were to find out about this; might single handedly give you trust issues, but he doesn’t care.
How could he care about that when he can see you strutting around in your underwear, trying to find your pajamas or even completely naked whenever you’re about to take a shower.
You’re more effective than porn with the way you have him stroking his cock like a madman, eagerly chasing his release.
You could be doing the most mundane or the most erotic of things and it won’t deter him from picturing your face as he sinks his cock inside you.
His favorite thing though, is when he catches you slipping your hand past the waistband of your cute panties.
Whenever he catches you touching yourself, he likes to pull out his cock and stroke it rhythmically with you like some sick intimacy ritual you’re unaware is happening.
He always wondered if you’re thinking about him whenever your fingers rubbed your clit.
When he heard you breathily moan what he thought was ‘tora’, he almost went out and bought an engagement ring for you.
Sometimes when he’s feeling mean, he’ll watch you please yourself, studying the way your body responds to it and just when you are about to cum, he’d call you up and interrupt your focus.
He gets a kick out of you trying to regulate your breath and pretend as if you aren’t rubbing your thighs together as you greet him over the phone with a hidden whine of frustration.
His smirk gets knocked straight off when you ask him in a sultry voice to come over.
𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: groping, sexual harassment, abuse of power, him being disgusting overall
Takeomi seemed normal for the better part of your first month working for Bonten; only speaking to you when he needed something to be printed or filed. He was always looking at you with a bored expression etched firmly on his face
and that’s why you never would’ve guessed that he was catching glances of your exposed cleavage and soft thighs, and going straight to his office to jerk himself off, quietly moaning your name as his hand frantically manhandle his cock, trying to relieve himself before someone starts looking for him.
As you got more comfortable around the executives, he did as well, much to your dismay.
It started out simple, he’d brush his hand against the curve of your ass, his expression doesn’t change, making you think it was an accident.
He’d reach for something in front of you and purposefully have his hand brush up against your breast. Again, he doesn’t acknowledge it and neither do you, much to his frustration.
Pretty soon, he abandons subtlety entirely.
He makes sure your workload stays full so you stay behind when everyone else has left.
you were beginning to get too comfortable and he took the liberty to remind you that you still work among bad men.
He’d ask you for a cup of coffee then he’d ‘accidentally’ spill it all over your white button up, rendering the material sheer and putting your cute little bra on full display.
He grabs the nearest towel and begins dabbing up the liquid spilled on the material, pretending as if he wasn’t doing it to touch your soft boobs.
He’d order ask you to take off your top entirely, feigning concern; something about your skin and burn marks.
When he senses your hesitation he simply points to your exposed bra and says, “you’re practically naked already, darling”
You do as you're told. Now, you stood topless in the middle of the break room, letting your boss dry your tits for you, trying to pretend as if you don’t see the prominent bulge in his pants, too shy to say anything.
From then on, he was an absolute nightmare to deal with; ‘accidentally’ dropping papers and ordering you to pick it up. You try to ignore the way your face is leveled with his hardened cock, pretending you don’t feel his eyes on your ass.
Whenever you’d stand up for yourself, your confidence was assuaged, “who would believe you?” he’d scoff, your threat of reporting him to Mikey leaving him unfazed, “and even if anyone did, I’m Bonten’s advisor, you think they’d fire me?”
𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: panty theft
Takemichi likes to think he’s a gentleman and he (mostly) is
In days like today, he really has to grapple with his perverted desires to maintain his morals
You had very sweetly offered to cook for him, but then you left him alone in your apartment to buy an ingredient you forgot. He found your trust in him somewhat endearing.
The evening was going great until he showed himself to the bathroom and saw the remnants of clothes you changed out of, laying on the floor. At the top of the pile, sat your discarded, dirty panties.
A blush flashed across his face before his blood rush down to his quickly awakening cock
He contemplated just holding it in. The right thing to do was to go back and pretend like nothing happened, but you’re perceptive and he’s a bad liar.
So, he did the next best thing, gave into his desire.
His left hand picked up the lewd piece of clothing off the floor as his right one fished his cock out of his pants, giving it a few pumps to fully erect it.
Normally, he’d afford to be more sensual with himself, but not today, not when you can walk in any minute now and see his shameful transgressor.
He was quick to bring the worn fabric up to his nose where he can smell the culmination of your essence.
His mind was in a fugue, all he could do was picture your figure kneeling before him, your gentle hand stroking him in his stead.
Takemichi rips the piece of fabric from his face almost painfully and wraps the damp crotch area around his impossibly hard dick.
His greedy mind shifts to imagining lewder things; your mouth wrapped around his thick cock as you gag trying to take him whole and you in all sorts of compromising positions, screaming as you cream around his dick.
With a pathetic whimper, Takemichi shot his load into your panties, tainting them with his viscous, white seed.
In a panic, he quickly shoved the material into his pants pocket as soon as he heard the door being unlocked, your saccharine voice reverberating throughout the apartment, “I'm back!”
He quickly dressed himself, praying that you don’t notice how flushed and sweaty he’s gotten since you’ve been gone and he hopes to God that you don’t notice your panties missing from the bathroom.
He had originally planned to return your panties as they were (he is a gentleman after all) but now that he came on them, that simply isn’t possible.
In a way, he’s glad it worked out that way.
𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: spying/stalking, voyeurism
Kakucho knows what he’s doing is wrong, but he can’t help it; you never close your curtain, it’s like you’re begging to be watched.
In fact, he’s convinced you like it and his conviction is enough to silence his consciousness temporarily until he’s rubbed one out.
He sees you occasionally on his way to work, but at this point he is certain he’s seen you naked more times than he’s seen you clothed
He’s enamored by you, whenever he sees you come out of the shower in a towel that barely covers your properly, he drops everything to watch you get dressed.
He’s not a stalker, he’s just really good at recognizing patterns, that’s how he worked around his schedule, so he’d always have time to touch himself to you whether that is you getting dressed, undressed, getting fucked, touching yourself, or just laying in bed half naked, he’s watching and he’s stroking his cock to you.
The worst though is when you touch yourself after some guy just fucked you, he hates to see your perfect body all laid out for some lucky bastard to fuck only to be disappointed
He does, however, enjoy watching your fingers deftly rubbing at your clit, trying to make yourself cum.
His hand slowly strokes his twitching cock as he watches your legs shake erratically and involuntarily close around own hand, your face contorted in pleasure as you finally cum.
All he can think about is how much better he can fuck you and fulfill you, you’d never have another ruined orgasm again and you wouldn’t have to display yourself for other men to see.
His favorite days are the ones where you hump your pillow.
He loves how gently you motion your hips, your face looks so cute responding to the pleasure; eyes half mast and mouth slightly agape.
His hand picked up pace around his cock as he watches you fuck yourself on your pillow, sweat beads beginning to form at his hairline and his muscles are tensioned as his own hazy eyes watched you.
He imagines how you’d look riding him like this.
Your moans would be whiny as he fills your cunt to the brim with his length, his cockhead brushing up against your cervix in nice and deep strokes, leaving you breathily begging for more.
His muscles spasmed violently and rope after rope of cum rushed out onto his hand and abdomen, leaving behind a mess for him to clean.
Kakucho made a mental note in his head; next time he sees you, he’s going to ask you out on a date.
He’ll show you what being with a real man really feels like.
a/n: hello everyone! I’m back writing for this fandom in this app and oh requests are very much welcome here btw.
The squelch of your fingers in your cunt filled the steady ambience of Mikey's garage. You're naked, wet and dripping, and his for the taking. Your boyfriend ordered you to touch yourself on his Babu. His adamant voice which keeps replaying on your mind, only made you more frantic, desperately thrusting two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.
"What a good girl, Y/N." Mikey praised you as he took in the way you were splayed across his motorbike, ass propped up backwards on the seat while your back arched prettily, head tipping back so that your hair just brushed the tops of the handlebars. "You are the best, my love." Despite revolting your boyfriend's kinks, you couldn't bring yourself to tear your fingers away, continuing to play with your hole as his sharp onyx eyes dragged over your body.
He likes this view so much. It teases him, makes him hard. Your fucked up face is pure bliss to his eyes, and he knew just how insane it was to be doing this, on his Babu of all places — one of his most prized possessions —he couldn't help it. You're his prized possession too, are you not?
You whimpered loudly as he stalked towards the motorbike, then grabbing your wrist and pulling your fingers from your cunt with a pop. "Okay, that's enough my sweet girl" He brought your hand up to his mouth and wrapped his lips around your fingertips, moving lower and lower until both your fingers were buried in his mouth, his tongue laving up the juices that had dripped down your hand.
When he decided that you were sufficiently clean, he let your fingers fall from his mouth, but kept your wrist clenched tightly in his grasp. "You were so good to me, but we're not finished yet, we're only halfway there so listen to my words, 'kay?"
You nodded your head frantically, dazed from the way his tongue had caressed your fingers, memories flashing through you of all the times you'd had his mouth between your thighs, taking you apart.
He chuckled lightly and easily picked you up before flipping you over and depositing you back on the bike, this time sat as if you were going to go for a drive, your pussy leaking all over the seat of the CB250t beneath you. "Okay, make yourself cum."
You couldn't help but shoot him a confused look as you allowed your fingers to trickle back down your body and find your clit — a very obedient woman you are. Before you could properly get going though, he tsked, shaking his head and reaching out once again to grasp your wrists from his spot in front of the bike.
"Ah, ah, ah, no touching, sweetheart, come on, hands on the handlebars," he instructed as he guided you at the same time, wrapping his hands around yours once they were holding onto the grips.
"But— Jiro, how am I gonna cum then?" You batted your eyes to him, your features pulling into a pout as you peered up at Mikey, your insides running hot when you spotted the smug smile that tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Oh, Y/N. If you want to come, you need to rub yourself off on my Babu. Go on, stop pouting and rub your wet little pussy all over the seat.” He smiles before continuing, “Ride it like you would if you were riding me."
A gasp left your lips, turning into a long moan when you understood what he wanted you to do. You could already feel your hole fluttering, clenching down on nothing, achingly empty.
You closed your eyes and planted your foot on the ground, though the other side was just too high for you to get as much leverage as you would have wanted. Shakingly, you started to roll your hips, your slick easing the way for you to rub against the coarse leather of the seat. The friction along your slit was good, and your lips parted even more, increasing the area around your core that was being stimulated as you pushed down with more and more pressure, starting to feel like you could chase your release like this.
The sound of your wet cunt dragging back and forth filled the air, your thighs working overtime to grind against the motorbike, sparks shooting up your spine when you found the right angle. You wished that you could pull and tug at your sensitive nipples, but Mikey's hands were tight on top of yours, restricting your movements as he watched you with hungry eyes, dick straining against the zipper of his jeans.
You pushed into the tips of your toes to circle your hips faster, harder, wetter, your clit catching on every thrust forward, and the intensity of the sensation had you keening, clenching up for more, but never mounting high enough to tip you over the edge. "Please, Jiro, I— I don't know if I can cum like this," you begged, peering up at him through teary eyes.
He ducked down to press a kiss against your lips, the action quickly turning dirty when your lips parted on a moan. His tongue licked it's way into your mouth to catch all of your sounds, your hips still rutting mindlessly against the seat, desperate to find your release. He pulled back, hand coming up to caress your cheek, looking down on you fondly. "You're doing so good, you look so pretty getting yourself off for me."
“Manjiro.” You turned your head to pull his fingers into your mouth, trying to chase away the throbbing emptiness in your pussy.
"Oh, is that what you need?" His voice was soft but the words were teasing as he fucked his fingers in and out of your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to hear the wet gag of your throat.
The actions had your hole fluttering and your body tensing up, your thighs shaking as the roll of your hips never let up, the stimulation from both ends finally allowing your orgasm to crash through you.
"That's my girl, there you go, I got you," Mikey murmured as he rushed around the motorbike to pull you back into his arms and against his body, keeping you upright as your legs gave out. Your chest heaved, trying to catch your breath, coming back down as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear about how good you were for him, how proud of you he was for doing so well, how he couldn't wait to feel you drip around his dick.
"Jiro... I'm tired," you whispered, leaning back against him and tipping your head onto his shoulder as he brushed your hair back. You were still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.
He wrapped an arm around your waist while the other hand went to the button on his jeans, undoing them just enough to get his cock out. He used his strength to lift your body, bending you over, exposing your cunt to cool air, and walking your bodies forward until he was straddling the wet seat of the bike with you hovering just above his length. He slapped his cock gently against your hole, spreading your folds and teasing up and down your slit. "Gonna reward you for being so good, yeah? Take you right here over the bike, fill you up."
Slowly, he lowered you onto his dick, he's groaning at how good it felt to finally be connected like this again. You could feel the way he throbbed inside of you, pushing in deep until your tight heat surrounded his every inch. "Would drive around all day with my cock buried inside you if I could," he muttered before pulling back and thrusting in, hard, fingers splayed across your tummy as he fucked you like he'd been wanting to for the past week.
He angled his hips to try and find that spot inside of you that made you gush, knowing he had found it when he felt your cunt tighten up, a vice grip that made it hard to fuck in and out, so he stayed deep, grinding his hips in short bursts as his thumb found your clit.
He was doing everything in his power to have you coming apart on his dick in no time at all, the pressure in your gut building and building, the feeling of finally being stuffed full and stretched to your limit euphoric.
You were boneless over the bike as you let your boyfriend pound away, orgasm creeping up on you as he rubbed your clit and fucked you ruthlessly, but it wasn't until he was shuddering against you, growls leaving his lips as he came, the heat of his cum flooding your insides, that you finally let go, reaching your own high as he started to come down from his.
His Babu had stayed up remarkably well through it all, though it was now covered in your combined releases as Mikey pulled out and his cum dribbled down your thigh and onto the seat. You sighed deeply, looking over your shoulder to meet your boyfriend's gaze, his face flushed, his typically slicked back hair a mess, and seeing all the feelings that were swelling up in your chest reflected back at you.
He turned slightly and grabbed you at your waist, lifting you before maneuvering you so that you're now facing him, pushing himself back into the pinion seat so that you could settle into his embrace.
He didn’t waste any time to duck his head, he swirled his tongue around one pert nub of your nipple and then the other, relishing in the feel of your skin gliding under his tongue and your flavour exploding on his taste buds.
Your sweet mewls were like music in his ears. The spread of your body on the gas tank was unfurled like the most secretive book, your hair bleeding onto the chrome glint of the metallic shine. He crowded your space, intent on claiming you for his own atop his Babu.
You caught his eye, "I'm tired."
The words were hardly out of your mouth before his cock eased inside your pussy again, stretching your walls, slipping through slick arousal. You arched your back as he groaned into your neck, breaths puffing on your shoulder blades.
He pushed until his cock is sheathed completely, and for a long minute he rests just like that, buried inside you, lips trailing lines of fire on your neck and shoulders. You squirmed, wanting to wriggle out of his grasp, but he only chuckled and gently bit your shoulder.
"No, Y/N," he admonishesd, even as the head of his cock brushed your clit and dragged a whine from your mouth. "You're gonna be nice and sweet for me, okay?"
"—I..." Maybe it's for the best you can't find words because at this point whatever you beg your boyfriend will always fall on deaf ears.
"Y/N, okay?" He pushed his hips into you, the bike creaking as he leaned more of his weight on both you and his Babu.
"Mm—uh—okay, Jiro."
Mikey's smiled lovingly, and he tenderly kissed the sensitive spot just below your ear. He hugged you tight, arms around your midsection, and whispered, “Now, now I'm gonna make you feel so good for being an obedient girl."
"Yes," you gasped as he bottomed out.
"Mm. I'm gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked," he continued, voice dipping so low it's nearly a growl. He began to rock his hips with short, shallow thrusts.
He plunged and immediately sat a frantic pace. You're jostled up and down the motorbike, your ass cheeks digging into the leather seat as he fucked you, legs dangling on your sides. His heavy, wet balls smacked your ass every time he jerked forward.
"O-oh my g-god," you cried, tits bouncing as he pounded your pussy with no other thought but to, in his words, "reward" you. He rested his forehead on the crown of your head and pumped and pumped like a man possessed.
"So warm," he grunted through his teeth, "and tight. Fucking—tight—"
You wailed, gripping his shoulders for purchase, eyes screwed shut against a pleasure so intense it threatens to fucking annihilate you. And you can't have that, absolutely not. You stifle all the noise that wants to break free from your mouth.
Actually, he's close again. You can tell by the way his body grows taut, hips losing their rhythm, cock piling into you at a sloppy, irregular pace. It's wild and thoughtless and rough.
Your boyfriend rasped your name, and you whimpered when his hand went around your neck like a vise. Not too tight, but his palm covered the entire expanse of your throat. You rammed your hips back again as he slammed forward, and all at once the pressure's too much and you're wailing and jerking, legs falling out from under you, an orgasm—dare you say the best of your life—snapping through you like a shot of tequila and vodka and pure lightning. Which is all well and good, but then—
A warm gush leaves you in a short, fast flood, and your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Mortified, you hazily begin to devise a plan for immediate escape—there's no way you'll ever be able to look at your boyfriend in the eye after “peeing” on yourself like an overexcited toddler—but then, better late than never, it hit you:
You’ve just squirted.
Oh, fucking hell. You've never—in your life, never—squirted. Not by fingers, not by sex toy, not by man. The motorbike seat is now impossibly drenched in all your combined bodily liquids, you've figured your boyfriend will have trouble cleaning all these mess. But then again, this was his idea in the first place. Was it not?
Mikey, thankfully, doesn't seem to notice since he, a second later, loses control, bucking on top of you, body smothering yours across the surface of the seat, and he hisses, releasing a hot flood of cum. At this angle you feel his cum gush deep, taking root. You shuddered under him as he continued to lazily thrust, cum splattering your thighs, smearing along his shaft so your joining makes thick, suctioning smacks.
You whimpered, as expected, and goes limp. He held you there, face snuggled into your throat before stilling, kept himself plugged in. You can feel him still pulsating inside you, pumping loads until all his cum is spent and the flow completely tapers off.
Oh well.
Mikey heaved a great sigh and nuzzled your shoulder like a puppy in need of attention, and you're reminded that, oh yes, you've just had a mind-blowing sex today, that you've squirted for the first time in your life, on your deranged boyfriend’s ministrations.
He certainly gave you a very pleasing reward. And you're thinking, maybe you could just live your life being your boyfriend's good and obedient little girl. If it's this ecstatic, then you don't mind spending an eternity with him.
ur sitting across the room from him. he's sitting in a chair, manspreading, a bored look on his face. his lazy eyes catch yours. a smirk appears on his lips and he slowly slumps down a little in his chair, spreading his legs wider. he begins to stretch, his shirt raises up with his arms. you can see the hem of his boxers that are peeking out from his pants and the lower part of his stomach. his smirk grows when he sees u staring at him so he raises his hand a little nd makes a "c'mere" motion with his fingers. u quickly look away from him nd he chuckles to himself, loving the effect he has on u, nd watches u as u make ur way over to him.
Aaaa, so I don't know, I just absolutely love Mikey and I had this idea for a while. Hope you guys like it 🤍✨
Warnings: a little angsty with a fluffly ending
Word Count: 2265
‘What?’. ‘Don’t’, you angrily threw the dirty clothes on his bed, ‘Don’t ‘what’ me’. ‘Calm down, I was going to clean up’. ‘That’s what you always say’. ‘Come now, bunny, you were the one who wanted to live here’. ‘Don’t call me that’.
God, you were so cute when you were angry with him. The only reason he left his dirty clothes in the bathroom was that he wanted to see you like this.
‘What?’, he smirked, his head slightly tilted, ‘Bunny?’. ‘Shut up Mikey. I agreed to be your roommate because Draken asked me to’, you picked one of his dirty shirts from the ground before throwing it at him. ‘Fine’, he closed his eyes before getting out of bed, ‘I’ll clean up’.
He knew what he did. He knew how flustered you always got when he wasn’t wearing anything but his boxers, but he loved seeing your strawberry-red cheeks.
‘Huh? What’s wrong, bunny? You’re blushing’.
‘Fuck you’.
Mikey couldn’t hide his smile when you slammed his door shut. You were so adorable, too adorable to be his roommate.
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‘What’s for dinner?’, he leaned against the kitchen counter as he watched you read on the couch. ‘I don’t know, I’m going out’.
‘Out?’, he frowned, ‘To where? With whom?’.
‘Jezus Mikey, it’s none of your business’, a tired sigh left your lungs.
‘None of my business?’.
You froze when you felt him leaning over the couch from behind you, his nose brushing against your ear.
‘It’s none of my business whom my roommate goes out with? What if you go out with girls from that Moebius scum?’, he coldly grabbed your book from your hands, closing it in front of your face. ‘Who are you going out with?’.
His voice sounded cold, causing a shiver down your spine, but you weren’t going to back down. Who the hell did he think he was? He may be the leader of some foolish gang, but he had no control over you.
‘Who said I was going out with a girl?’, you stood up from the couch, ready to go to your room.
‘What did you say?’. ‘H-hey let go of me-‘, you tried to pull away but his grip around your wrist only tightened. ‘Who are you going out with?’, his normally playful and childish expression was completely gone. His cold eyes pierced right through yours.
‘Let go of me, Mikey! I’m serious’.
Maybe if you raised your voice…
‘Tch’, a smirk slowly appeared on his face, ‘Fine, I’ll find out anyway’.
He raised both of his hands in the air, a smug look on his face.
‘If I even get the feeling I’m being watched by one of your fucking minions-‘, ‘That would be your fault, you could’ve just told me, but you wanted to act like a brat’.
Impossible. It was impossible to go on about this with him.
‘I’m going to get changed. There are still some leftovers in the fridge from yesterday. You can put it in the microwave for a couple of minutes’.
‘Thanks, bunny’.
Shut up.
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‘I’m leaving’, you grabbed your coat from the hanger, ‘I’ll be back late, so I’ll see you in the morning’.
‘You’re not leaving in that’. ‘Excuse me?’.
‘This. What’s this? It barely covers your ass’.
‘I said I was going out-‘, ‘With who? Your girls? To some stupid club?’.
‘I’m going on a fucking date, and I don’t need your approval. I can wear whatever I wa-‘. ‘A date?’, he chuckled, ‘A date or a quick fuck in a car? Have you looked at yourself? You think a guy is going to take you seriously when you’re dressed like this?’.
‘Go to hell’.
He went too far, he knew he did, but that didn’t mean his heart didn’t break when he heard your quiet, fragile voice; when he saw a tear in the corner of your eyes…
‘Y/N wait-‘. ‘What?’, you turned around, a lump in your throat as your hand rested on the doorknob.
He wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful. He wanted to say how you looked like a goddess in that black dress… How pretty your eyes looked with the color of eyeshadow you chose to wear… But he couldn’t. It felt as if his voice was stuck inside his chest.
‘Right’, you chuckled, ‘Goodnight Mikey’.
If he followed you, if he said you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, would you stay? Would you cancel your date with some stupid low-life and stay with him? There was still time, right? If he just left now, he’d still catch up with you…
‘Fuck’, he let both of his hands run through his hair as he walked towards his room.
He didn’t like this, the way he felt; the thoughts that came to mind… Nor did he like the fact that a boy was going to see you like this, that some nobody was going to touch you, to pay for your dinner… He wanted to be the one to take you out to dinner, to treat you right, but he couldn’t. What if someone from another gang noticed the way he cared about you? What if they wanted to take their revenge on you? He still hasn’t forgotten the girl that got raped by that Moebius scum. What if that was you? No, he could never be with you.
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‘3 AM?’, Mikey sighed as he looked at the time. He never slept when you were out, but you were never out this late. Only when you went to a club, but never when you were just on a date. He was worried, to say the least.
‘H-hey, don’t touch me!’.
Mikey immediately went to the door when he heard your distressed voice coming from the hallway.
‘If you lay your hands on her one more ti-‘.
All of his worries disappeared like snow in the sun when he saw who you were with.
‘Draken?’. ‘Found her pushing some creep away from her in a parking lot. She’s drunk’.
‘I-I’m not drunk! What’s it with the two of you always judging me-‘. ‘I’m not judging you’, Draken’s eyes rolled to the ceiling.
‘Who was she with?’.
Mikey didn’t care that you were drunk or that you were making a big scene in the middle of the night. His mind was clouded in anger. What if Draken wasn’t there? What if that guy took advantage of you? He was going to pay, no matter what.
‘I don’t know, some random guy’. ‘Find out and –‘. ‘Don’t worry’, Draken smirked, ‘I took care of it’.
‘You beat the living shit out of him! You d-didn’t take care of it! You ruined my ch-chance with him!’, a few drunken hiccups as you stumbled through the door.
‘Thanks’, Mikey smiled at his friend, ‘I’ll put her to bed before she passes out on the floor’. ‘Hm, see you, Mikey’. ‘See you’.
He wasn’t too happy about the fact that he wasn’t going to get the chance to make that guy pay, but he could find comfort in the fact he was now still probably laying in that parking lot with a dislocated jaw.
‘Y/N?’, his brows drew together when you weren’t in your room, or the kitchen, or on the couch.
‘Y/N?’, Mikey’s heart started to race when you weren’t in the bathroom either. Did you somehow leave the apartment? No, that was impossible, but the only place left was his room, and you rarely entered his room…
‘Bunny?’, a dazed expression on his face when he saw you curled up underneath his sheets.
No answer, like he expected. You were probably already fast asleep. What was he supposed to do? Could he sleep in one bed together? Or would you think that was weird? He should probably sleep in yours or on the couch, right? But he didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to. He wanted to feel your body against his, to pull you close to him and never let you go.
‘Sorry bunny, can’t help myself’, he whispered as he laid down next to you. He wasn’t going to touch you or to hug you, not when you were drunk anyway… But the feeling of your body next to his was more than enough for him.
He carefully laid down on his side, his eyes studying every part of your face. You were so beautiful to him. He adored the way a strand of hair was stuck to your plump limps, or the way your hand was resting underneath your cheek…
‘Night bunny’, he carefully moved the strand of hair behind your ear, turning his back towards you. He didn’t want you to think he was some kind of creep when you woke up.
‘H-huh?’, for the first time in his life, he froze when he felt your hands tugging at the back of his shirt.
‘Mikey?’.
A soft, fragile whisper that made his heart jump.
‘What’s wrong? Are you okay?’, he softly turned back around to look at you.
‘I was scared’, you couldn’t look at him, not when you felt this vulnerable.
He tried his hardest to suppress every feeling of anger that flowed through his body. He knew you needed him to comfort you, but he hated seeing you like this.
‘What happened?’.
‘W-we went out to dinner, and he kept buying me drinks and I didn’t want to be rude, so I drank them and then the next thing I know he was touching me in places I didn’t want to in the parking lot’.
At that point, he decided to beat him up himself, but that was something for later. He couldn’t show you how angry he was. He didn’t want you to put up your wall again.
‘But Draken was there, so he didn’t hurt you, right?’.
‘I-I don’t know, my arm is hurting’. ‘Can I take a look? I probably hurt you back when you were sitting on the couch’.
You shyly nodded your head in response.
‘Let’s see’, he softly smiled while pulling the blankets from your body.
His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the bruises on your arm. He hurt you, he really did.
‘A-and?’, you softly asked when it was quiet for a minute. ‘Don’t worry, bunny. It’s nothing to worry about. You’re going to feel better in the morning’.
‘Mikey?’.
‘Yeah?’.
‘C-can you help me get out of these clothes, please?’. ‘Of course. Do you need anything from your room to sleep in?’. ‘Can I sleep in your shirt?’. ‘S-sure, I’ll get you one’.
He tried not to think about how cute you would look wearing one of his shirts. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about things like that.
‘The one you’re wearing is fine’, you carefully seated yourself on the edge of the bed. ‘Okay bunny’, Mikey softly replied before sitting on his knees behind you.
His heart was racing. He didn’t want to think about you like this when you were sad and scared, but he couldn’t help it.
‘Wait’, he gently placed your hair on one side of your shoulders, his fingertips brushing over your bare skin.
Your heart was racing too. You just hoped he didn’t notice it. The room was filled with a tense silence, not an awkward one, but a silence where both your heartbeats align and where things happen that would never happen during the daytime.
‘Here’, his voice sounded rough when he unzipped your dress, ‘You looked beautiful in that dress’.
He gently pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, his hand lingering a little too long on your skin.
‘T-thanks’, you slowly stood up, dropping your dress to the ground.
Did you do this on purpose? You didn’t give him any time to look away, and now you were standing in your underwear in front of him and…
‘Do you think I’m pretty, Mikey?’, you shyly turned around, your arms wrapped around your stomach.
Pretty? No, no, no. You weren’t pretty, you were divine.
‘Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen’.
‘Why have you never asked me out on a date?’.
‘Because I can’t get close to you’. ‘Why not?’, you slowly crawled onto the bed, placing your arms around his neck, ‘I’m pretty close now’.
He needed to tell you to stop, to push you away, but his hands were already holding onto your waist, eager to pull you closer.
‘Can’t let you get hurt’. ‘I won’t get hurt’. ‘They’ll hurt you to get to me’. ‘You’ll protect me, Draken will protect me, even Takemichi will protect me’, you chuckled at the thought, ‘Or he’ll try at least’.
But what if they can’t? What if no one’s around to protect you?
‘We can never get close’, he let his forehead rest against yours, ‘We just can’t’. ‘We’re already close, Mikey. I know you feel the same. It’s pointless to fight this, we’ll give in to this feeling eventually’.
You were right, he knew that… But maybe if he could wait a little longer, maybe if things cleared up a little bit…
‘Fuck it’, he smirked as he placed his hand on the back of your neck, ‘I’ll make sure no one ever dares to even look at you’.
He didn’t give you time to respond. His lips were aching too long for yours.
‘Tell me I’m yours’, you pulled off the kiss, ‘Need to hear it’.
Was it insecurity that he saw in your eyes? Or was it fear?
‘Your mine bunny. No one’s ever going to hurt you again’.
tw: bullying, body shaming, brief mention of the possibility of SA
Bully! Kazutora, your long time friend, who rejects you and laughs at you for even daring to think you had a chance, but also beats the shit out of any guy who looks in your direction.
He's the kind of friend that steals your phone so he can dangle it over your head and see you reach for it desperately. He keeps it for the day, joking about how he's going to text something really embarassing under your name, but truthfully, he just blocks any guys he sees in your DMs.
The kind of friend who, when he sees you shivering from the cold, tells you he would let you borrow his hoodie, but you would totally stretch it and ruin it. When another guy friend is kind enough to offer his own hoodie, he makes it a point to burn holes into it with a cigarette when you aren't looking so it won't happen again.
The kind of friend who goes early to school (the only time he even shows up) and steals your Valentine cards before you can get to them, so he can throw them into the garbage can and then laugh at you for not getting any while he got countless ones from his fangirls.
The kind of friend who, during a party, stops the spinning bottle with his hand and forcibly steals your first kiss, claiming that it's charity work since no one else would ever do it anyways.
The kind of friend who sees you passed out on a bed at said party, and thinks about all the awful things he could do to you. Instead, being the good friend he is, he cuddles you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his face on your shoulder. As he inhales your sweet perfume, he is thankful you won't remember any of this tomorrow morning.
A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! If you want to be tag, you have to have your age in the bio. This story is strictly 18+ only. So if there is no age in your bio, or you are a minor you won't be tagged and you will be blocked. Please respect my boundaries. Nothing in this story is SFW and there are a lot off triggers.
You woke up the next morning, staring at the ceiling. The pitter-patter of the rain hitting your window, made you want to hide under the covers. You did not want to leave the warmth of your bed, but you knew Kazutora sent that message. You had no choice but to meet him behind the school.
You got up from the bed and did your normal routine, before going downstairs. You saw a note on the table and you walked over to the note.
‘We had a business meeting. We won’t be home for a week. We loaded your card with money if you need anything. Love you, be safe.
<3 Mom’
You sighed softly before grabbing a bowl of cereal and quickly eating it. Your phone started to ring, and you answered without looking.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?”
“K-Kazutora, I am eating breakfast. You didn’t give me a time.” You said, your heart racing.
“Well, I am here now. Hurry up, I have something to tell you.”
*click*
Youstared at your phone confused, wondering what it was he had to tell you. You took a deep breath and sighed softly. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good for you. You quickly ate, before grabbing your keys and umbrella. You locked up and made your way to the school.
While walking in the rain, you received a text message from the guy that helped you yesterday.
From: (boy’s name)
To:(Y/N)
Hey, I was thinking of today around 4:00 for that date! If you are free that is.
From: (Y/N)
To: (boy’s name)
Seems good! I will see you, later!
You smiled knowing that something good would happen today and didn’t care at this point what Kazutora wanted to say. You just wanted to get back home to get ready.
Once you arrived at the school, the rain came to a stop but it was still cloudy. You looked up once you got behind the building. Kazutora was leaning against the wall, playing on his phone. Your grip tightens around your umbrella.
Kazutora looked up from his phone and met your eyes. His eyes widened as he took your appearance in and he rushed to you with a wide grin on his face. You tensed up as soon as his arms went around your shoulders and he nudged your cheek with his nose.
“W-What is it you have to tell me?” You asked wanting this interaction to end as soon as possible. Kazutora pouted slightly and tilted his head to the side.
“Well, I wanted to say I am sorry for always being mean to you.” He said. You couldn’t tell if he was being serious, but the look on his face looked as if he felt guilty.
“I know it was wrong of me to always bully you. I hope you forgive me.” His voice had softened, and you could help but relax.
“Really? You mean that?” You asked and he nodded his head. You gave him a kind smile and nodded your head.
“Okay, I will forgive you. Please don’t do it again, you really hurt me.”
“It’s because I have a huge crush on you.” He said, and your eyes widened.
“W-What?”
Suddenly his lips were on yours and you tensed up again. You tried to part away from him, but he only pushed you against the wall. Fear took over as you dropped your umbrella and he held your hands above your head. He parted from your lips with a smirk.
“Just…kidding… What makes you think I would like you? And why would I be sorry?” He asked before leaning over and biting your neck harshly.
“But I did overhear you have a date that will be planned by that one guy.”
“Kazutora let go…”
“Nope, I want you to call him and call it off with him.”
“No, way. I can’t I already agreed.” You said, and Kazutora trailed his hands down your sides before gripping them hard.
“Call. It. Off.”
“Kazutora, please don’t do this.”
*slap*
You felt a stinging pain as your head turned with the slap. Kazutora didn’t let you recover as he grabbed your hair in a fist and pulled your head close to his. You let tears fall as the pain coursed through your scalp.
“Are you going to call it off?” He asked with his head tilted and a crazy smile on his face. You only nodded your head and he pinned you back to the wall letting your hair go. He kissed your tears away, before massaging your scalp.
“I am sorry… I just really want to spend the day with you.”
His temper changes too much, I just wanna go home. You thought to yourself but you knew he wouldn’t let you go. He gripped your chin with two fingers and captured your lips again, pushing his knee between your legs. You squeezed your eyes, allowing him to kiss you even though you didn’t want this. You didn’t want him to hurt you again.
His free hand slipped under your shirt and you tried to part away from him.
“Stop Kazutora, this is wrong.” You said blushing, and he groped your breast with a smirk.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Kazutora, please. I will call it off, and not talk to him anymore. Just please…”
“That would be too easy, just don’t show up and block him,” Kazutora demanded. You looked down nodding your head, you hoped the guy would understand. You blocked him, and Kazutora took your phone before smirking.
“What are you doing?” You asked and he tapped heavily on it before handing it back to you.
“I am using my number in there, saved.” He tapped your lips with a grin before walking away.
“See ya~”
“Wait before you go…” You called out, it couldn’t get worst now.
“Hmm?” Kazutora turned to look at you over his shoulder.
“Why are you so mean to me?”
“Don’t know, an easy target I guess. And I really hate that everyone likes you. Yet no one will help you.” He smirked and walked away again. You stared at him and looked down at your feet.
“I don’t understand still.” You whispered but Kazutora ignored you.
“Oh, by the way. Your lips are rather addicting, get used to me kissing you.” He yelled as he walked away. You shook your head, not wanting this to be your life now. You let a shaky breath out and went to leave the schoolyard.
A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! If you want to be tag, you have to have your age in the bio. This story is strictly 18+ only. So if there is no age in your bio, or you are a minor you won't be tagged and you will be blocked. Please respect my boundaries. Nothing in this story is SFW and there are a lot off triggers.
You sat in front of Kazutora, possibly the worst place in the class to sit. But you didn’t get to choose your seats, the teacher did. No matter how much you begged to be moved the teacher didn’t budge.
All of the students loved you, with you being smart, beautiful, and kind. But when it came to Kazutora bullying you no one stepped in because they knew Kazutora was dangerous. You didn’t blame them, but you wish sometimes someone would stop him. You dreaded coming to school every single day because you knew he would be there.
Kazutora made it known that he wouldn’t be skipping school often anymore because he had a new plaything.
Right now you were taking notes, as Kazutora was behind you. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head but you tried to ignore them. Suddenly you felt your ponytail be tugged down. You tried to move forward to get him to let go, but Kazutora harshly tugged your head back.
You couldn’t help but let a small yelp out and Kazutora let your hair go when the teacher turned around.
“Is something wrong Ms. (L/N)?”
“N-No ma’am,” you kept your head down. You glanced around and people knew what was happening except the teacher.
“Then please, keep quiet.”
You nodded your head and looked down at your notes. You could hear Kazutora laughing under his breath and he leaned over and pulled your hair again. You closed your eyes before glancing back at him.
“Kazutora, please stop.” You asked kindly and in a whisper. He smirked and shook his head.
“Never,” he mouthed and you sighed turning forward. Once you were done taking notes, the teacher told everyone to turn their homework in. You grabbed your homework and walked to the front of the class.
While you were away from your desk, Kazutora knocked all of your books and papers on the floor. You went back to your desk and stared at everything just as the bell rang. You quickly kneeled on the floor and gathered everything trying not to cry. Everyone left the class
Kazutora stepped on your hand with a smirk and you flinched. He leaned down close to your face and that familiar bell on his ear rang.
“You look good down there, maybe you should kneel before me more often.” He stroked your hair soothingly, before gripping your hair with his hand.
“Owe, stop. That hurts Kazutora. Please stop.” Your hands flew to your hands but his grip only tightened. He shoved you onto the ground and smirked before walking past you. You sat up allowing all of the tears to fall from your eyes. A student came in and help you gather all of your books.
“Are you okay (L/N) san?” He asked and you nodded.
“Yeah, I-I am fine thank you.”
“I wish we were brave enough to stand up to him. But he has a past and we don’t want to end up hurt.” He mumbled feeling cowardly.
“It’s okay, I understand.” You tried to flash a small smile as you stood up. He blushed and looked away handing you your books.
“Uhm, (L/N) san? I uhm, I was wondering if you want to go out? Maybe for lunch on the weekend?” You blinked as he looked down and shifted in his spot. You blushed but smiled nodding your head.
“Alright, here is my number. Text me a time and place.” You scribbled your number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. He smiled brightly and nodded before rushing out, so he could plan the perfect date.
You placed everything in your bag and left the school grounds. You just wanted to get home, your hand and head hurt because of Kazutora. You focused on the ground, fixing your hair.
It wasn’t long before a familiar bed of blonde and black hair filled your vision. You stopped walking instantly and looked up at Kazutora with wide eyes. He tilted his head to the side, the familiar sound of his bell earing filling your ears. You removed your one headphone and placed it in your bag.
“Kazutora~”
“Where are you going?” He asked with that innocent look on his face. You glanced away from him before taking a deep breath.
“Home, c-can I help you?” Your voice wavered, scared he was going to hurt you again.
“Why don’t you stay for a bit? I hurt you and I feel bad now.” He said. His sudden change caught you off guard but you shook your head.
“I can’t my parents says I have to come home.” You said slowly backing away but Kazutora grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the wall. You dropped your bag and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Just give me a few minutes, it won’t take long.” He said, as his fingers trailed down your cheek to your neck. You started to shake, looking around for anyone to help you. But you and Kazutora were alone. He gripped your chin and forced you to turn your head towards him.
“Look at me.” He growled and you looked up into his golden eyes.
“Kazutora, I really got to go. My parents are going to be mad, if I don’t make it home, please.” Your voice wavered slightly, and he leaned close to your face.
“Hm, well if you want to leave so bad. Kiss me.” He said in a mocking tone. Your face turned red and your eyes widened.
“I can’t do that! I am saving my first kiss!” You squealed out and he leaned close, keeping you against the wall.
“Either that or you can stay here and we can go about our normal routine. Up to you.” He had a sinister smirk on his face. Your heart was racing, and you tried to back away further into the wall wanting to disappear. Kazutora’s hands trailed down your waist, pulling you close before shoving you to the ground.
“You are really annoying you know that, so useless.” Kazutora spat out, and you whimpered slightly as he kicked you in your side. You flinched and held your side as you began to cry, Kazutora always scared you.
He saw your tears, and he grinned before gripping your chin. He slammed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes widen and you struggled but he was much stronger than you. He finally parted and walked away. You froze at the change of his attitude and he glanced back at you with a glare.
“I better see you tomorrow, or else you will regret it.”
With that, he walked down the street leaving you by yourself. You wiped your tears and quickly rushed to your home. You avoided looking at anyone, not wanting to explain what happened as you ran to your room and slammed the door. You locked the door and buried your face into your bed. Your phone started to buzz, and you looked over your phone. You grabbed your phone and looked at it, seeing that it was from an unknown number.
From: Unknown
To: (Y/N)
Make sure you don’t tell anyone else about what happened today. If so, it will only get worse. Meet me tomorrow behind the school.
You slammed the phone down and hid underneath the covers. You were not ready to face him, but you knew if you didn’t. He would make it even more hell at school.
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