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submissive kazutora, dominant reader, slight choking? tit fucking, oral (m. & f. receiving), face sitting.
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"THE kazutora's are coming over tonight," your dad told you as he entered your room. your attention went from your nail filer to your dad, who was clad in his most expensive tuxedo. "the kazutora's?" you frowned, picking out pink nail varnish. your dad clicked his tongue. "you remember the kazutora's, from last month? they came here for dinner," he reminded you.
"oh, them," you nodded, twirling your bottle of nail varnish in your fingers. the kazutora's and their pretty son, hanemiya kazutora. pretty was an understatement, really, he was beautiful, really. large, doe eyes that glowed like the sun, hair silky and soft, lips you've been dreaming of touching.
your mind was cast back to the last time they were here, almost a month ago now, but you remembered it clear as day: you were confident you had made it clear that you were interested in hanemiya, giving him lingering stares and batting your eyelashes as you usually do when you want a man's attention, and you knew your message was received what with the way he'd blush and stammer when he spoke.
"i remember them," you grinned, swapping your pink nail varnish for a richer red colour. "their son was the one with blonde and black hair, right?" you confirmed. "yes, them," your father nodded. "don't take too long getting ready, they'll be here in a bit," he frowned, watching you carefully apply the nail varnish.
"uh-huh," you nodded, knowing you'd be an additional half an hour, at least. your dad left you alone to tend to your appearance. the kazutora's arrived just when your nails had dried, which meant you could quickly find a dress and do your hair and you'd be able to see hanemiya.
you quickly sprayed your perfume before stepping downstairs, your heels clicking as you did so. your parents and the kazutora's had gathered in the lounge, and hanemiya was the first to notice you. you walked past him, ignoring the way he gazed at you as you walked over to your father, kissing his cheek, and then your mother.
"pardon my lateness. lovely to see you all again," you smiled, shaking hands with hanemiya's parents, friendly looking middle-aged people. "lovely to see you too," the mother nodded. "why don't you go show hanemiya around the house?" your mother suggested with a smile.
you looked over at hanemiya, shaking his hand carefully, smiling at him. "sure thing," you nodded. "see you guys later," you said, walking onwards, still holding hanemiya's hand. you dragged him into the corridor, closing the door behind him.
"hey," you let go of his hand, turning around to face him. he was wearing a black tuxedo that made his bright eyes pop, his hair tied up in a messy, high ponytail, two thick chunks of blonde hair framing his pretty face. "thank you for having us," he said, bowing shortly. you chuckled, shaking your head, "it's okay. should we go upstairs?" you suggested. he nodded, following your lead.
