1 Romance Novels (1/1)

'Hot and heavy. By look, by touch, by breath. As Anya discarded any sense of her inhibitions, she'd become rather impatient. Impatient. So fucking impatient. Tugging at his belt, she called out for him, called him by name, the one she'd always call him by. Anya asked for him to take her.'

The resounding jingle of that bell earring snapped you out of the immersion.

"I've never seen you this concentrated before..." Your name left the tip of his tongue. The man stood in your doorway. Not just any man, rather someone special, and by society's standards he'd be a significant other. 'A boyfriend.' Of course, Hanemiya Kazutora wasn't the type of person to go by labels. It didn't infuriate you, per say, yet whenever you had to introduce him to others, he was just Kazutora.

You weren't in a relationship, yet both of you were committed... to an extent.

He treated you as a partner, but shivered at the thought of the word. When he recognised himself showing obvious signs of jealousy, he'd encourage you to 'go sleep with someone else,' as he 'couldn't care less.' It was incredibly evident he wanted more. That he craved intimacy. However, Hanemiya Kazutora wasn't one to express his wants. He'd found that difficult. And so? It came across as if you were just casual sex.

"Just what are you so hooked on?"

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The droplets of water painted the floor with each step; this captured your attention, glancing up from your book to see Kazutora. Him. Leaning against the doorway with that stupid smirk of his. Towel wrapped around his lower abdomen haphazardly, so carelessly, that you bit your lip at the thought of it slipping off with ease.

Only making it more difficult for you. Roused for many reasons, but he was the basis of it.

From what of his hair was wet, the beads of dew rolled down his neck as the tattoo gleamed with certainty, his toned upper half, inch by inch, through to his v-line. 'God, I need to calm down.' Every one of your thoughts was instructing you to compose yourself. Your wandering gaze couldn't comply. It was idiotic to think you wouldn't stare at the sight, a masterpiece of a sight. "Oh, shut up. You're making it sound like I'm doing something weird."

He only laughed at you, laughing at you becoming seemingly flustered. The sort of laugh that made your heart skip, it made your insides curl; undoubtedly, Kazutora knew what he was doing. You could feel yourself heating up. As if you'd come down with a fever, one of embarrassment, questioning what this man was doing to you.

You could feel him watch you.

That there was no way to get back to reading your book in relaxation, and you tried alright. But, your eyes couldn't pass onto the next sentence. Constantly re-reading one line, 'The devil's stare couldn't compare to his intensity; so troubling, you knew he was bound to pull you into the usual mess...a mess you liked, a mess you wanted.'

"Are you done staring, Tora?"

"Not at all. The view's pretty nice."

It was so corny. So fucking cheesy. 'The view's pretty nice.' It made you scoff in disbelief. When was Kazutora the type to say something straight out of a romance novel? It made you curious. "So, whatcha reading?"

Responding by raising a brow, you lowered the lustful prose, "Just a book—"

"That Chifuyu gave you…right?" No hesitation in interrupting, he demanded the answers for questions he'd known himself, wanting to hear them from your mouth. To fall from your lips. It sounded a hell of a lot like jealousy.

Drip, drip, drip.

Tense. The atmosphere was beyond tense. You felt yourself tense. His approach was slow but purposeful, and the meeting of your eyes made you tremble. If anything? You were feeling a mixture of emotion. Confusion to be exact. The current read was hot and heavy, and it'd be a lie to say you weren't turned on. Kazutora's entrance had you dead set that you were feeling it. Feeling him. And he always seemed to know.

"Hm. I didn't think you were paying any attention to that conversation. It's surprising, you know." A condescending tone to wake the Devil's intentions, you spoke slyly, laying on the bed nonchalant-like; you'd even gotten back to reading, pretending to ignore his presence. It sure was difficult. That image of him stood at the doorway, in nothing but a loose towel, dripping, tresses in a flirtatious dishevel, his neck tattoo teasing, the pleasing chime of his earring. And God, his face. His eyes. That smirk. Handsome couldn't begin to describe his features. A prince. He'd been graced with the looks of a prince, and personality? 3 words. Hard. To. Read.

"Why don't you read me a little something, [Y/N]?"

You froze. You? Read? To let him know what the hell you've been glossing over for the past half hour? 'Fuck me.' It read. The next line was Anya begging her husband's best friend to fuck her. To fuck her as he'd always wanted to, whilst her husband watched. Now, how were you supposed to explain that to Kazutora?

There was nothing wrong with what you were reading. Rather, you felt embarrassed to read out loud. More so, over the fact that Chifuyu had given you the book to enjoy, and the man standing in front of you didn't seem to like that. Or maybe he didn't mind, and revelled in teasing you. You couldn't tell from someone so hard to read. Anya sure wasn't. Her intentions were clear. What she craved, desired, needed. Should you be a little bolder?

A deep breath. That's all you need, right? You glanced up at Kazu, to find him staring directly at you, perked brow, awaiting your response. His eyes were something marvellous, gold. A treasure. Amber hues are rare for a reason. They held power, sucked you in, submerged you into the holder of them. They were shiny gold, and you were putty to it. Returning your gaze back to the book, you sighed, gathering some form of courage to go through with this shit.

"Anya made sure his eyes were on her. Not the man she was about to fuck…but her love's. And to her wish, they were."

Drip, drip, drip.

You knew what that sound was. It was the sound of him nearing, inching closer. It stunted your action, and you refused to look away from the words etched into the book. "Mmh…Chifuyu's been recommending you this sort of thing, huh?" He'd already known, you could tell, it was dead obvious. But, why was he tormenting you? Yes, he loved to tease, yet, this was different.

Different, as it was clear jealousy he didn't mind you knowing about. It seemed as if he wanted you to know. Your eyes ran over his at the impromptu caress, rubbing at your thigh, as he towered over. His hands were so large, but perfect for you, touch delicate yet coarse. The bell's clink made your front twist and turn, recalling memories; it was a prompt to remind you, to paint the picture in your head vividly. Nights with him.

Subconsciously, your legs parted to accommodate Kazutora.

You were in nothing but his t-shirt. Continuing to boost his ego, he stared at you with such greed. The way in which he took your lips was full of that lilith, you could feel yourself sinking into him. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. You were down under. You could feel the breathlessness, the silky smooth of his lips, the way your tongues were in sync. As you broke away from him to remove the shirt, the obstruction, you just couldn't get enough of that look on his face, the one that told you, 'You're so beautiful. I want you.'

"Keep reading."

"Huh?"

Kazutora's grin grew at your perplexion, fingers occupying your chin with delicacy, he treated you so tenderly. Just to ruin you every night. He wanted to admire your face when it was in pristine condition, just to revel in how well he devastated you. "Earlier. Earlier, you seemed to love ignoring me." You felt him plant subtle little kisses by your ear, your neck, the sensitivity; steamy respiration fanning along, your breathing was unsteady, auditory awaiting his next set of words as your roaming touch swung around his nape. "So into that stupid little book...you didn't pay me any attention." He savoured that sound you made, the sight of your responsiveness, as he delivered lovebites that were far too difficult to hide. Your sighs turned to faint moans, yet you bit your lip to suppress them; refusing to give him satisfaction. However, it never worked. Kazutora knew your intentions, better than the reader knew Anya's. "Is it Chifuyu? Hm? Are you thinking of him as you read that? Does he...turn you?"

There it was.

Jealousy isn't a pretty emotion. Not at all. Yet, from Hanemiya Kazutora, it was an exception.

His hands surveyed your midriff, he made every part of you call out for more. The kisses trailing down your collarbone, you had to muster up a sense of firmness, "Does that bother you, Tora? I thought we were just friends?" Without a doubt, it bothered him. Putting this image in his head, of you and his friend, doing more than he would've liked. It's not like you were his. He had no right to be mad. But, how he felt wasn't up to you either. You couldn't dictate what was right or wrong to feel.

And so, it was through his disguised sense of wording, and actions, he'd expressed his distaste. As the kisses became rougher, more bruising, slower, pleasurably tantalising. Your gasps, the whines, the shaky suspires fuelled his hidden sadistic nature. "Oh? You've slept with him then, have you?"

You had.

"Mmh, and guess what, Hanemiya?"

He paused for the slightest moment, moving back over, loitering above to stare deep, flitting between your tempting lips and eyes that never failed to captivate him. The man was close. No sense of space as your bodies were pressed up against each other, exhales caressing each other's features.

Not even a moment of hesitation, no thought process behind what you were about to say. Kazutora hummed in response, daring you to go there; ordering you to pluck up the audacity, and say what you were about to, to say it straight to his face. 'The devil's stare couldn't compare to his intensity; so troubling, you knew he was bound to pull you into the usual mess...a mess you liked, a mess you wanted.' You jerked him in closer, with your palm buried at the crook of his neck, holding a smirk to provoke him. To send him off.

"He was a good fuck."

Seething was an excellent word to describe what was brewing inside Kazutora. His eyes spoke volume, and the momentary silence was intense to say the least, sonorous. You felt a sense of achievement to draw him so mute. Nonetheless, this was an unpredictable man, he was also cocky. Maybe more silent about it, but self-confidence was something he'd grown into over a while. An unnerving chuckle escaped his lips, as he spoke over yours,

"A good fuck? I bet he was...Now, aren't you gonna read me the rest? You can't leave me on a cliffhanger."

As your lips slightly parted, dumbfounded, he hadn't given you any time to process his indifference; only handing you the book to point out where you continue off of, "Don't mess up a single word, okay?" Emphasis on his request, you were questioning every goddamn thing he'd done or said since this encounter. 'What is he talking about?' Hesitantly, your eyes scanned the words along the page. He instructed you to keep reading, he doesn't want you to mess up a single word. You hadn't understood what he was referring to, until you clearly gave a reaction, one he loved.

His mouth brushed along your sex, as your inner thigh was ground zero, peppering French to leave a somewhat playful mark, his teeth the culprit. A beautiful mixture of pain and pleasure, "Oh," as you sighed into his action. Letting your guard down, it was a cakewalk for Kazutora.

"You need to speak, darling. Tell me what happens, hm?"

You were heating up, aroused, wet for him. His expression so prominent at the sight of you stimulated, Kazu's tongue lapped over your vulva, the entirety; cleaning you up, you felt his hands grip around your thighs, preventing you from closing yourself off. You graced him with an unchaste yearn for more, available palm lacing underneath the tufts of his soft tresses. Yet, you felt him stop you; sliding off the hair tie, from your wrist, from his apparent skilled canines. He set aside the tie, countering your instinct to rope his hair back.

One of things, he'd told you previously, was how he liked you pulling his hair.

That you did. "...H-her love enjoyed it. Every moment. How someone else desires for her, her body, her mind, her soul; that," You found yourself struggling to complete the sentence, that as Kazutora's finger finds the groove of your clit, his tongue persists in making its presence known over your cunt. "Oh…" You were louder this time round, the sensation of bliss was kindly bestowed. It was quite ironic, the parallels of the prose and your situation.

"And that?"

Holding yourself steady, you used your grip on his ruffled hair to cope. Cinching tight, tighter and tighter as pushed himself forward. His broad shoulders kept your legs at bay, as his arm splayed across your upper half, touching you, teasing you, holding you, whilst his tongue skated over your clit in circular motion. "Knowing, however, hard one tries. They could never. Never please her the way-- Fuck, Tora…" As he sighed with you, having to control his own hard-on at the beautiful music you'd created, it was the perfect melody. You'd cut yourself off again.

The heat of his breath tickled at your skin. "Now, didn't I tell you not to mess up? I want to hear what you just couldn't put down." Shuddering underneath, as he drove slow, unwavering digs at your entrance, the tip of his tongue delaying his approach to drag out the edge.

"It- It felt good, so good, she cried. His tongue wet, but the voyeur's scrutiny drew you wetter."

One coherent sentence, you made it. In all honesty? You rushed to spit it out, as Kazu's mocking urged you to prove yourself. Just so you'd be able to beg for more. You called out his name, over and over, not giving a damn whether you pleaded. In response, arching your back as your hips grinded in need of friction. "Ssh, it's okay, darlin'." He withdrew his tongue from giving you the pleasure you demanded, continuing to taunt you. As you attempted to regulate your breathing, the words of reassurance aided in easing you. He looked splendid in between your legs, with the traces of your slick by his lip, exceptionally more as he rose to lean above. You hummed as an indication to behave, riveting at the manner in which he took you in. "You completed a whole sentence. Let me help you out, hm?"

He was a goddamn asshole.

Kazutora tilted the book slightly toward him, smirking at the read, he performed what was written. "He rubbed the slick over her clit and her teeming entrance; that her cunt was far more than ready to indulge in the delight awaiting her." His voice reverberated the feeling of hot chocolate on a snowed in winter, such comfort, yet every part of his inflection left you dazed as it sounded like he was ridiculing you. "Why don't you read the next bit for me?"

He'd set you up, not just for the sentence itself, but as he glided over your clit to string out your moan. "I can't, Tora..." Your chest rose and fell, alleviating your breathlessness, as he continued to amuse himself--circling over and around, Kazutora relaxes his fingers, spreading you, to nudge the heel of his palm against your sweet spot, caressing back and forth like a damn seesaw to send stimulated shivers, butterflies, that fluttery feeling down low. His middle finger slipping through the slit of your sex to coat the rest of your cunt, curling in. You had to tip your head back from the feathery touch, he had a relentless personality. He always wanted his fucking way. He always got his way.

"No, no. Look at me, [Y/N]... keep your eyes on me." You obliged. Did as he asked. Something about him made you want to. "God, I wish you could see yourself right now. So vulnerable, it's just too pretty."

He could feel your legs jerking from the sensation, more so as he spoke into you, that every nasty, beautiful little word that came out of his mouth, passed through your lips. "Tora…" The book fell aside, that was none of your concern, as he guided your hand down to your soaking cunt. Teaching your fingers how to pleasure yourself just right. It was hot. So hot. You felt him grin upon you, gathering the nectar onto your fingers, and bringing it forward. Using his other hand to glide up your throat, he grabbed your jaw to stem it open. Kazutora was noticeably arrogant, finding such pleasure in seeing you give yourself to him. Constantly switching between playing rough and handling you with so much care. He stuffed your fingers down your throat, gagging you, yet you enjoyed it. Rinsing it clean with your saliva; you licked your fingers spotless. You hoped. You hoped your eyes said it all, 'look at how well I did.'

"[Y/N]. You know what's fucking with my head right now? That he's seen you like this. I don't like that. One bit."

Matsuno Chifuyu. His closest friend. His best friend. He'd fucked you. He'd fucked you. He'd seen you like this. So beautiful. He'd tasted you. He liked it. Those words repeated in his mind, constantly, ever since you spelled it out for him in capital. 'He was a good fuck.'

He hadn't given you the opportunity to respond. You were in something of another world, mouth lightly hung open, heat rushing to your face as your eyes were lidded halfway. Tora let his middle finger give in, entering to reach deep inside, as his thumb toyed dexterously with your clit, slow and deep, synchronised as he pumped his finger; you felt his ring brush at the vulva. He messed with your senses, whispering in your ear, leaving hickeys behind, the bell earring clinking at his movement, his free flowing tresses caressing your sides; heated exhalation tickling as he stroked your neck delightfully, the faint traces of Kazutora's signature cologne.

"What? Can't speak? I bet you told Chifuyu everything he wanted to hear. Can't you do the same for me?"

"More...more, please."

"Say the fucking line."

"Fuck me, you asshole!"

God, you felt so humiliated. Kazutora amused at your outburst, only making that sinking satisfaction greater, "No need to be so impolite, darlin'... Oh?" As if it wasn't any better timing, truly aggravating the situation, and Kazu's state wasn't one where he'd let you off easy. Your phone began to ring, and all you wished for it to do was shut up. Stay silent. Why the hell didn't you keep it on silent? It wasn't as if you could foresee any of this happening, but you couldn't help blaming yourself. Your gaze darted to your phone screen. Oh, this was too much of a coincidence. Absolutely hating the person who'd invented caller I.D. right at this moment. Shifting back to his amber hues, you wanted this to be the last time you pleaded, the last time you begged. "Speak of the devil."

"Don't. Just, don't."

"If the boss is calling, you have to answer~" As you thought to yourself, the contempt you held for him right here, was barely coherent. He pissed you off, but whenever he pulled his usual shit, you really liked it. The messes he created. But, God, he'd exceeded a limit. Kazu smiled at you with genuinity, pushing back your out of place locks, "Plus. Haven't we just been practicing?"

Practice. He called it practice. That meant he wasn't letting you take a break.

He was persistent, and you were exhausted. Ravishing in the pleasure, washing over your senses, you tensed around his thrusting finger, the thoughts of his cock doing much more. It tangled with your abdomen, reminiscing on how well he'd fucked you to sleep last night. The way he hit every spot, and you showed no remorse in screaming his name. And as he fingerfucked you, inserting another, you'd done the same. 'Tora. Tora. Tora.' You were never shy when it came to asking for more. To go harder, deeper, slower. The best part of it all was how he exceeded your requests. Asking him to slow down. To slow down from how well he was doing.

As Kazutora accepted the call, placing it right next to you, "Speak up, mmh?," whispering orders you had to adhere to.

"[Y/N], hey! I need you to come in to work earlier this morning. If you've heard from Kazutora, let him know, okay?" Ironic. You'd heard from him far more than you should've. Chifuyu's voice on the line made you lightly smile to yourself. Not sitting right with Kazutora, he began to work. Work more efficiently.

"Answer him."

As you composed yourself with a shaky exhale, "Hey, Chifuyu! U-uh, when?" You'd sounded incredibly enthusiastic over the call, shortening as much of the conversation as you could, to not give a hint of something offbeat. Of course, it was fairly obvious you didn't sound like your usual self. As subtly silent as possible, you sighed with relief, peering into his eyes as you nod. The sign to go faster. It was a challenge.

"About an hour tops? It's getting busy. But, uh... are you okay? You don't sound like yourself?"

Laughable. That's what this was. It was so tortuous, but the feeling was exhilarating. You were practicing for a reason, weren't you? Prove yourself. "Did you hear that? You don't sound like yourself." His susurrations, his taunts managed to keep provoking you. Through your eye contact, you were strangling him. Shouting at the damned bastard for making you feel so good.

Kazutora has located the sensitive spot inside, he pumped both his index and middle finger so deep, picking up the pace, as his thumb brushed your clit. He was on a high at the power he held, seeing your pretty little face all contorted, biting back your confessions. Tora was the priest, and he was hearing you out. As soon as a tear fell from your eyes, he wanted more of that. To ride that high. You breathed into him, hand travelling to grab whatever you could, but he was fast. Quick. His cosset navigates its way up your arm, your wrist, lacing your fingers together.

"Mmh... I-It's just a headache. Nothing. Uh. Nothing serious-- Fuck..."

"Do you want me to ask Kazutora to bring you over something?! It sounds bad, [Y/N]."

Something was coming. Something. Something. Something. You felt your legs begin to shake, but all you could think of was telling Chifuyu 'no,' that you needed to end this conversation before he could find out. However, that thought was overridden by the euphoria you were experiencing.

"No need, Chifuyu." For a second, that second you hadn't cared whether he heard you, whining as you threw your head back, eyes shut tight as you pulled his hair without consideration, digging your nails into his palm. A burning sensation of ecstasy, that's all that mattered, arching your back on his digit as your chest heaved. Breathless, awfully gasping for air. You could hear Kazutora sighing into you, you'd let slip how arduous this'd been for him, to keep himself contained. Not acknowledging Kazutora answer for you until you heard his next set of words.

"I'm busy making her cum right now."

Your eyes widened, but you just couldn't do anything. The pile of orgasm after orgasm had you far more occupied, walls tightening around him, "Fuck…"

"Oh...Uh--"

"Do you hear that, Chifuyu? Oh, wait, you have."

"I don't want to get in the middle of--"

"Was she a good fuck?"

The line went silent, yet Kazutora was merciless. He kept going. You were at the edge, and as much as you wanted to respond, he'd bound you speechless. Only the endless mantra of your moans and his name refused to leave your tongue. What's your boss thinking of right now? You? Is he listening to it? To you? Was he enjoying it? Was he irritated? Was he pondering over Kazutora's question? That's what a rational person would think of. You didn't give a damn as of this moment. As his eyes never left you, not for a second, to him you were so fucking stunning. Especially, with tears rolling down your eyes, crying, aiding him in getting you past his edging.

"Tora, I'm…"

"Tell me."

"I'm…"

"Speak to me."

"I'm coming!"

Intense. You'd left marks in the palm of his hand, and God, were you loud. You'd done more than satisfy Kazutora. His ego had skyrocketed, yet he was kind enough to let you have your delirium arrive. Thrusting in faster, curling in harder, his thumb more purposeful with each knead. "Yes, yes, yes!" He was making you whine, shout, every word in the goddamn dictionary to describe elation and pleasure. The manner in which he fingerfucked had you calling out for mercy. You really couldn't care less. The sweltering fever at what was arriving. You felt it, and Tora knew you were close.

Heart pounding. It was incredible. You thrust your hips forward, as he'd coaxed your arousal. Ambrosia. Slipping out. Grinning far too wide, he watched you enter cloud-nine, as the pure relaxation of your expression had him shaky. Kazu wiped your tear-stained cheek, piloting you to open your eyes to his softened features. As his hand interlocked within yours, caressing, caring after you. He leaned in, just above your lips.

Hanemiya Kazutora was whipped for you.

"Let's finish up in the shower, hm?"