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the doorbell of the shop hummed just as the ball of nerves in your chest rattled your ribcage as you stepped inside the door, kazutora’s order in hand. there was an inviting wash over the air in the shop— high end toys, clean cages, and walls that radiated the warmth of the environment itself. large cages with a pile of kittens all asleep in their bed together, some older cats who had been labeled as rescues on their tags, all distracted you from your purpose as you peered through the glass with a smile that grazed your lips. you admired the peace that came with watching the animals drift asleep, some grooming each other while others hung over the edge of their bed deep in slumber. it was almost too sweet to handle, and you couldn’t help but imagine kazutora ducked under the frame of their cage, stroking their faces till they fell asleep in his palms and the thought alone nearly made you giddy. something as soft as sleeping kittens was a perfect match for the boy you had grown to know— the one who so easily crumbles under your touch, and suddenly your cheeks felt hot with the warmth of the room, and thoughts of kazutora’s smiling face.

but your thoughts were pulled from your mind when an unfamiliar voice piped up from behind the counter. you had been too overwhelmed with nerves to even notice the man in the room with you, not until his voice echoed against the walls.

“hi there!” his voice was cheery. “can I help you find anything today miss?”

you straightened yourself back up when you were pulled from your daze, remembering why you were there in the first place.

“oh.. uh, yeah. I’m actually looking for someone named kazutora?” you paused as thoughts of being at the wrong pet shop flooded your mind. they were irrational— the barista had told you herself that kazutora worked at this shop. yet still, you couldn’t keep yourself from breaking out in a nervous sweat as your body heated up at the thought alone. “does he work here?”

you looked up to the man who seemed to analyze your stature. his eyes were reduced to a squint, but he wasn’t frowning. his dark hair fell in front of his eyes before his breath blew the stray pieces away and he cocked his head.

“yeah, he works here. why?” he asked, planting his hands on the counter. his tone was unreadable, and you struggled to decode the difference between what could have been coldness, and what could have been protectiveness that tinted his voice.

“oh.. right.. well I’m uh.. in one of kazutora’s classes. we’re study partners, and he did me a favour the other day so I thought I’d return it” your voice had never been so submissive, yet you continued. “if he’s not here today that’s alright, I’ll see him in class or some—”

the man cut you off, interrupting with a smile now adorning his lips. “oh! kazutora’s told me a lot about you! I’m chifuyu— kazutora lives with me” your cheeks grew hotter and hotter with the comment, but he continued. “he’s here yeah— he’s just out back on a smoke break. want me to lead you back there?”

and despite the looming feelings of intrusion— bursting in on kazutora’s private life unannounced, you couldn’t shake the thought of kazutora talking about you, and your mind jumped to conclusions wondering just what he had said to chifuyu in the first place, and just how often he spoke of you at that.

“I— sure.. if it’s okay of course”

chifuyu only chuckled, emerging from behind the counter as he led you down a hallway and to a door that led to the back alley. nerves had a deathgrip on your throat as you struggled to suppress your quickening heartbeat, and chifuyu pushed open the door letting a burst of cool air bring your body back to a calmer state. and as he stepped outside, you followed close behind.

“kazutora!” chifuyu smiled, extending his arm out as if to put you on display. “you have a visitor!”

a soft smile fell on your lips as you watched kazutora’s eyes go wide as they flickered between you, and chifuyu.

“you can take an extra long break if you want!” chifuyu called, slipping past you as he closed the door behind him with a wink.

and then, it was just you. only you, and kazutora, alone in the alleyway, him a cigarette in hand, and you an armful of bakery items and his drink. a blush tinted his cheeks red— one you passed off as a sign of the cool air that surrounded you. the thought of your own embarrassment was too overwhelming to process, let alone the thought of kazutora’s, as you stood awkwardly before him.

“I uh.. thought I’d return the favour” you broke the silence, handing him the drink and the bag of food.

his lips were parted enough to make you want to close the distance between you, but a stranger in a new territory made your confidence dwindle as you settled in the feelings of being out of place, and unfamiliar. but kazutora’s softened smile was enough to ease you, as he freed your hands that crossed behind your back with his cigarette still dangled between his fingers.

“how’d you know I work here?” he asked, forcing you to face the daunting thought that you had scaled every petshop in the neighborhood.

“I just had a gut feeling!” you were always good at lying, but something about kazutora’s eyes told you he could see right through your dim facade, and he giggled before taking a sip of the drink you had brought, chased by a drag of his cigarette.

“lucky you then, you guessed it right on the first go!” he taunted.

“I didn’t know you smoked”

kazutora looked down at the trail of smoke coming from between his fingers, eyes widening as he remembered that he’s not the only one out here anymore.

“oh— shit.. sorry I— here let me put it out” he stuttered, scrambling to drop the cigarette to the ground. before you could object, he had already squished the ashed butt with his foot, and dusted his hands off on his apron.

“you think too fast tora” you giggled, easing yourself back into the personality kazutora knew best. “I don’t mind if you smoke”

kazutora’s lips formed in an ‘o’ shape as he stared down at the squished half smoked cigarette he had just put out, falling victim to his hastiness for the nth time in his life. but as he looked back to you, kazutora felt a sense of calmness and security that he hadn’t really felt in his life before. such a simple thing as putting out a cigarette when he didn’t need to was a piece of an old pattern he had never really shaken. and yet in his life, he had never had someone there to tell him it was truly ok, at least not someone he knew would stay with him till the end, and even the gentle smile on your lips brought that comfort to his chest, and he almost felt stupid for feeling so strongly over something so miniscule.

“what brings you down here?” he asked, changing the subject away from the turmoil of his trauma in his mind. “you’re a ways away from your dorm”

you shrugged your shoulders, trying to buy casual time as you came up with a feasible excuse. but when the words wouldn’t form in your mind, the overwhelming nerves of not having a real reason for your endeavors became too much for you to want to manage in the moment, and you let out a sigh that relaxed your shoulders and let your head fall back as you gazed at the passing clouds against the soft blue sky.

“honestly? I don’t know”

as you brought your head back to center, kazutora’s inquisitive expression made your chest flutter again, undoing everything you had just let go in that moment.

“I don’t know. I guess I was just.. I dunno. I was up all night and I really didn’t sleep well.. I guess I just..”

your gaze had averted to anywhere but kazutora, until your focus fell back to him and the blush that flushed his cheeks reminded you of your purpose. like a wave of emotion, all the feelings you had forced yourself to suppress from the previous night washed your mind, thrusting you into the unfortunate reality that you had developed some kind of feelings for your study partner— ones that kept you up at night, that made you case the streets to find his place of work, that made you blush at every thought and mention of his name— feelings that made you want to runaway and hide, yet cling to his hip at every given chance. you nearly hated yourself for letting it get this far, and for bringing yourself upon kazutora the way you did, and so soon, too. but something about him was irresistible, and it made you crave more. like the cigarette that fizzled into the concrete below— but you refused to die out.

“remember what I said last night?” you sighed, looking down at his feet as he nodded.

“yeah, I do” his voice was meek, and filled with embarrassment.

“and how I said I don’t want to like you?”

kazutora nodded again, this time his gaze burned a hole in your aura until you met his eyes once again.

“it’s still true. I don’t want to like you, but I do. and I hate it. I stayed up all night thinking about what you said, and I dragged myself down here without any good reason at all. I hate it. I don’t want to feel like this tora. I really don’t”

his face seemed to fall with a confusion even he couldn’t decipher, as he stumbled to find the words appropriate for your confession.

“I-I don’t know what to say” he stuttered, voice quiet as you sighed again.

“I don’t want you to say anything. because I feel this way, and as much as I hate it I can’t change it either”

“so then what?”

you paused, taking a moment to ponder his question before giving up any sense of rationale you had once clung to before. “then we do something about it”

kazutora’s head cocked like a puppy with your words, waiting for an explanation that made any sort of sense. but his eyes simmered a tendril of hope as you stared back at him, brows knit with exasperation as you uncrossed your arms and huffed. but nothing could have prepared kazutora for the way you pressed him against the side of the building, lips pressed to his as his hands struggled to do anything, occupied with the goods you had brought as an excuse to see him. the faint taste of tobacco lingered on his lips— but it was sweet, and like the cigarette he had smoked, it made you want more and drove your hands to trail down his torso as he helplessly squirmed under your trap, never letting his lips part from yours as your kiss grew more and more passionate with each passing second until your body pulled you away and you struggled for a stable breath. kazutora’s face was flushed pink, as usual, and his hands fell to his sides as you pushed yourself away and shook your head with disappointment.

“I want to be honest with you, tora” you sighed, watching the way he nodded with the sweet innocence you loved so much about him. “I can’t do relationships. they aren’t my thing and I’m just.. I can’t— I don’t want to put you in a place where that’s the expectation”

he cocked his head again, this time with genuine confusion as he spoke. “I don’t really know what a real relationship is” kazutora admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “I just know that I like you, and I don’t want whatever this is to stop”

it was the most serious you had seen him speak— or at least the most confident. he sounded so sure of himself, and so carefree. like he was just fine with following you around like a puppy the way you seemed to hope he would, and you swallowed the knot in your throat as he continued.

“I’m happy when I’m around you. you make things fun” he admitted, cheeks tinting redder and redder the more he went on. “I want to be whatever makes you happy, too. I don’t care about whatever you think a relationship is or isn’t. can’t we just do that? have fun?”

you bit down on your lip, wondering if somehow you were caught in your fantasies again, and kazutora wasn’t really in front of you admitting these words so easily.

“well.. I mean, if you’re okay with that.. I guess we can?”

he sighed with relief and set down the drink and the bag on the stool beside the door, and the innocent smile returned to his lips and put your mind at ease. kazutora stepped forward, pushing himself off the wall and his hands gripped the fabric of the apron that hung off the sides of his body as he leaned in with fluttered eyes until his lips pressed against yours in a kiss that settled the tides of your mind and brought warmth to your chest like a sunset over the ocean’s horizon. your lips tingled as he pulled away, amber eyes returning to the present and he smiled sweetly at you.

“does that tell you enough?” he asked, clasping his hands behind his back as he chewed on his bottom lip.

butterflies emerged in your chest again, but this time they were soft, and beautiful, and they brought a flush of colour to the doubts that had once dwelled in your heart.

“yeah. I guess it does” you whispered, and kazutora only grinned with a smile that made the mole under his eye crease with affection.

you just couldn’t help but wonder how you had gotten so lucky to meet him.

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but truth be told, kazutora doesn't care what you do with him— he doesn't care about whatever his virginity is. all he knows, is the desire to sink his cock deep inside you over and over until his hips can move no more. nonetheless he is stuck behind the iron wall of your resistance, and kazutora can't help but find his mind racing and drifting to places of pure filth whenever you aren't home. he often thinks of how good your cunt would feel around his cock in place of his hand, and he does this for what feels like hours on end. it is a thought— a vision even, that quickly overruns his mind the second you leave the house for work, to the second you come home. and soon enough, his hand just isn't cutting it anymore. he needs more. he needs to feel himself buried deep inside you. he needs to feel the overwhelming tingle of his cock wrapped in your warmth as his hips snap desperately against yours. he needs it so bad, and there's nothing that can stop this temptation once it's been seeded in his mind.

and that’s when his bad habits begin to form— like the puppyboy he is, he needs to be trained. kazutora waits at the door as you say your goodbyes, kissing his nose all the way down to his plush lips as you stroke his ears with the gentle care that makes his heart flutter. it's enough to pump his instincts into overdrive, and his tail thumps against the floor as he listens with his head pressed against the door for your footsteps down the hall and the click of the outside door behind you. and when kazutora is sure it is safe, he scampers away to your bedroom where he knows you had left a pile of your dirty laundry, just as you always do before work.

he's is shameless in his endeavors, driven solely by the frenzied instinct that make his cock twitch at the thought of digging through your discarded clothes. and he digs like a true puppy, too, making a mess of your room while he frantically tosses shirts and socks aside, desperate to find the treasure he knows is hidden at the bottom. he can smell it— taste it even— and when he finally reaches it, there is no holding him back.

kazutora’s nose presses against the cotton of your panties, tongue running along his bottom lip as he paws at his cock with a frustration he knew that only you could satisfy. but nonetheless he would try, wrapping his hand around his length as he pumps and pumps, feigning for more simulation. he resorts to desperately licking at the crotch of your panties, forcing the fabric in his mouth as he sucks and drools for the smallest hint of a taste of you. suddenly, the hours of suppressing himself, and restraining his desire to lap at your cunt in his sleep, is all taken out on the innocent piece of fabric that hangs from his mouth as he fists his cock with desperate whimpers that fill the room.

but kazutora had been so lost in his desire as you left the house, that he hadn’t paid much mind to exactly where you were going. he was so overcome with frustration and instinct to fuck you until his mind went numb, that he had failed to listen when you told him you’d be back in a mere 20 minutes. and the click of the door isn't enough to snap him out of his daze, either.

“kazutora?” you call, expecting him to be waiting at the door as usual. when he doesn't respond, disappointment sets in your chest as the thought of what he could have possibly gotten himself into, takes over.

“tora?” you call again, this time turning the corner to your bedroom.

that’s when the sound of his whimpers echoing against hollow walls grazes your ears and pulls at the strings in your chest until your body feels tight and knotted. you push the door open only a sliver— enough to see kazutora’s pathetic body hunched over himself with your panties in his mouth, and his palm wrapped around his cock.

“tora! bad!” you crawl to your knees in a huff until your eyes meet his, wide and glossy. he looks back at you with the guilt of a puppy, and the innocence of a virgin as you put a hand on your hip and hold the other out to catch the soaked fabric in his mouth.

like the good boy he is, kazutora follows your orders, and looks up at you with a pout. “please” he whines, tears welling in his eyes partly for getting in trouble, and partly for having his treasure taken from his mouth so suddenly.

“please what? this is gross tora!” you frown, but it's hard to discipline him when his lip begins to tremble and his ears pin themselves back with shame.

you can't help but feel like maybe you had been too hard on him— denying him what he's been wanting for so long, even when he had always been a good boy for you. you had been denying his instincts, nonetheless, and the guilt begins to set in a little heavier than it had before. so with a sigh, you stroke the outline of his jaw, pressing your thumb against his lip as he watches you with innocence in his eyes. his cock is still hard— leaky and desperate and you stare down at him with that undeniable guilt you just can't shake.

“sit up” you instruct, your tone still harsh enough to make him move with an unexpected sense of urgency.

kazutora scrambles to sit upright, leaning his back against the frame of the bed as he covers his cock shamefully with his hands.

“move your hands” his obedience is sweet, watching him obey with that familiar sense of desperation behind his eyes, and his cock springs free, pressing against his stomach as a bright blush tints his cheeks. it's a consequence of the inevitable embarrassment of his own self pleasure, but his bright eyes shaded only by a few rogue strands of blonde hair, and the hopeful look that tints his expression, is too sweet to deny any longer. it tugs at your heartstrings— reminds you why you adopted him, and you can't help but giggle with the sweetness of his aura.

kazutora isn't entirely sure what's going on until your lips press against his in a kiss while your hand snakes down his torso and strokes his cock with a delicate touch he's never experienced before. he whimpers into the kiss— it's soft and delicate, and his voice is lost beyond your lips as you straddle his lap and shift the fabric of your shorts aside. you want nothing more than to show him how much you love him— to give him the treatment he deserves. watching him pant gently, just waiting for your every move, makes your chest ache with regret that's mixed with an excitement even you can't deny.

“m’sorry tora” you hum, breaking away as his breath began to pick up it’s pace the more you shift and coo at him. “didn’t mean to make you wait this long. I just wanted it to be special for my boy, y’know?”

kazutora nods, forehead pressed against yours as he waits eagerly for your lead. his nails dig into the sides of your arms, hips bucking in tiny thrusts as he feels the heat of your core fall closer and closer to the tip of his cock, until finally, the warmth of your walls suck him in, wrapping around his length as you sink down into his lap and relish in the sounds of his whimpers and gasps. he's so sweet, struggling to maintain his composure as your body rolls against his in a gentle motion catered especially for his desire.

“feel good?” you keep yourself steady with your hands on his shoulders as you speak, watching the way his brows knit and his lips part with every whine. kazutora can only nod in response, nearly lost in the bliss of your cunt and you take his approval as your cue to pick up speed until the sound of skin against skin nearly drowns out his desperate sobs.

“please” seems to be the only word kazutora is capable of forming, and it falls from his lips almost obsessively the deeper you push his cock, grinding and rolling against his body to make sure he can feel every inch of his owner’s body so he knows just who he belongs to.

“w-wanna c-cum” he stutters, hands shaking as he drags his nails down your chest and paws at your tits until the fabric of your shirt is nearly ripped.

“cum for me then, you can do it baby” your coaxes fall on nearly deaf ears, and you reduce your hips to a rhythmic pace as you let his body guide himself to his own high.

you can feel the tension in his core snap as his hips buck up into you, and his tail thumps at the floor beside him letting you know just how much he appreciates his owners kindness. he's sweet— blissful— and his euphoria is enough to make your walls tighten and flutter around his length until his cum comes in desperate spurts that coats your walls with his milky seed. he fills you up with his warmth that oozes around his cock as it throbs and aches with his release inside you, and it's the kind of sweetness that pushes you to the edge, an unexpected pleasure that takes over your body and makes you stutter on your breath.

your vision steadies, body pausing as you watch kazutora's tongue hang from his mouth. with the feeling of pleasure locking your body in place you lift the soaked fabric you had taken from him to his mouth, placing it on his tongue as he nearly pulls it inside his mouth to suckle as if it is second nature.

“that’s my good boy” you whisper, untangling his hair that falls between his ears and clings to his face.

as you nestle yourself up against his chest, kazutora is pulled into a hug as his cock twitches inside you, and you stroke the back of his head while he nibbles and sucks on the fabric of your dirty panties.

how could you deny anything to a puppyboy as sweet as tora?

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