Kintsugi: the golden repair // Hanemiya Kazutora x Reader

Chapter Seventeen It drives me crazy, just drives me wild

Kazutora was breathless, chest heaving. His orgasm was intense, nothing he had ever felt before. He reached his long arm down towards Y/n's head that was now resting on his thigh. She was panting too, wiping her face clean from the mess he had made of it. He interlocked his finger through Y/n's hair and pulled her up from her knees to lay a rough kiss on her mouth. Both of them intertwining their tongues, hands wrapping around one another as the kiss deepened. Physical touch was now their love language.  Y/n slowly climbed up his lap to mount there comfortably. Tora firmly clasped onto her ass, fingerprints digging into soft flesh, while he fumbled out of his pants and boxers bunched at his ankles. His hair had started to stick in places on his now sweating face and she moved dainty fingers to get the pieces out of their way. Y/n could feel him pulling in all the air he could into his lungs to aid in coming down from his orgasm. She slowed down, laying softer kisses on his lips then descended his jaw and neck. In through the nose, out of the mouth, Tora regulated his shaky breathing and focused on removing Y/n's dress. Moving the fabric with care. She sat up on her knees to help him slide it off completely. "Wow," he looked at her with intensity and awe, flicking his eyes up to maintain eye contact, slowing closing them again to kiss her tender.

His hands moved from gently rubbing her stomach to her midback, and he began to attempt to undo her bra. But he was struggling, eyebrows beginning to knot together. Y/n could feel his face scrunching in dismay, "Do you want me to do it?"
"No." He was quick to response, pulling away a little, "Won't be the last time I do this, but regardless, I want to do it myself." She nodded, smirking and leaning down to kiss his collarbone. As she moved to his shoulder, she hunched her back a little, curling in on herself. Though subliminal the movement allowed Tora the ability to see what his fingers were doing and he successfully removed the bra from her. He didn't want to spoil himself too much. Or overwhelm himself. He wanted to take his time. He wrapped his arms around her tight, pressing their chests together, lips never parting. He stood up from his spot on the edge of the bed, Y/n wrapped around his body and he could feel himself starting to get hard again. Pivoting around and crawling them both back onto the bed, Tora rested her head on the pillow with care. He sat back on his bent legs to take in all of her, gaze raking her body, every little inch. The look on her face, the pulse in her neck, the way her chest heaved, the shape of her breasts, the curve of her waist, soft hips, thighs he could drown in, right down to the way her toes curled. If it had been anyone else Y/n would've grown subconscious but under Kazutora she felt reassured, safe, secure, confident, loved. Her heart could burst, looking at him and loving him and knowing deep down that he felt the exact same way. He leaned back over her body, suspended over her on his elbows, encapsulating her entire being. She could feel that his erection was back, tip pressing into her wet thigh. Kissing her neck, inhaling all of her scent, Tora let out an aggravated moan. Y/n's face grew slightly worried, and she gave him a puzzled look, did something go wrong?

He looked at her, big puppy eyes that narrowed, and he shook his head. He looked like he was thinking hard. Resting his forehead on her chest, he kept breathing her essence in. After what seemed like forever, he put his chin down on her to hold up his head, "You can say no." He started slowly, "But Y/n, can we do this without a condom?" He laid a kiss on her skin quickly where his chin had been then supported himself on her again, "I want to feel all of you." She immediately began to agree, nodding quickly, "Yeah, yeah, Tora, let's do that." Her voice thick, laced with sexual desire. She needed the same thing, to feel every raw piece of him. He couldn't control himself anymore now that he had her permission, and began to consume her. In his wake he left behind devastating bruises, desecrating her neck and collarbones with hickeys. When he reached her breasts, he grew sweeter and softer, light nibbles on one while the other was tweaked at with his fingers. He pulled and prodded, going back and forth to give both of them his undivided attention.