**Kazutora in this oneshot has just left Valhalla but hasn’t ended up in jail the second time. This does not follow any of the Tokyo Revengers timelines.
He was relentless, making derogatory comments, obviously aimed at you and your weight.
“That ass has its own postcode it’s so fat,” you heard him comment to his friend with a sneer, making the other guys with him, laugh.
“Ignore him,” your girlfriend closest to you commented when she heard him. She knew it was aimed at you. As you were the only one of the group carrying a bit of extra weight.
You had tried to ignore him but he just wouldn’t shut up so you decided to take matters into your own hand.
Turning around and walking towards him, your eyes singled him out.
He and his ‘pals’ were sitting on the low wall outside the ice cream shop just being annoying as none of them were there for ice cream obviously.
Thankfully, he was sitting on a chair with one arm slung out along the wall, his sand coloured eyes locking onto you as you stalked towards him.
Without missing a beat, you walked over and stepped a leg across his then sat down in his lap facing him while reaching for his collar to pull his face to yours.
“You know what?” you asked with aggressive snarl, “with all the comments you’re making about me I’m starting to think you like me.”
“Oh?” he asked with a sexy smirk as his blond and black hair fell over his right eye, “which comment was it that made you think I like you?”
“You’re always talking about my fat ass. You wanna ride it, don’t ya?” you jeered, “well guess what? You’ll never get the chance because I’m too good for you.”
And with that, you pushed him back and got up off him and turned away to the ‘ooooooo’s’ of his boys and the cheering of your girls, as you swung your hips like it was your last walk on earth, and walked back to your group, grinning from ear to ear.
Kazutora was a little stunned by your bold performance, but he was more curious to be honest… you obviously didn’t know him, nor what he was capable of, and he smirked as you walked off.
“I almost got killed,” he commented to his closest friend, “she was heavy as fuck.”
“You got owned, Bro,” his friend cackled, shutting up immediately when he saw the look in Kazutora’s eye, “uh… I mean…”
Kazutora stood and gave his crew a fake smile.
“I’ll be back,” he said calmly, pushing his hands into his pockets and walking off.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stepped back into your group of friends.
“Holy shit,” one of your girls gasped with awe, “you fucked him up, babe.” She snapped her well manicured fingers with delight.
“Fuck him, pig. He thinks he’s so hot. Well he’ll never get a piece of this,” you said, slapping your rear and feeling it jiggle and ricochet along your hip and around to your belly.
“That’s on periodt,” your other friend stated, “you showed him. What an asshole.”
“I may have an ass the size of the Atlantic Ocean but at least I don’t have the personality of a dick,” you said sassily.
Your friends all agreed.
After trash talking him for a bit, you glanced back to see if he was still there but he had gone and for some strange reason you felt a little deflated.
Had you hoped he had heard you trash talking him? Or had you kinda fallen for him… and thought that maybe he had been saying mean things to get your attention because he liked you.
It was an immature way for him to get attention but since when did guys ever mature?
It was shortly after that that you said goodbye to your girls and headed home alone, still feeling buoyed up by your girls, and the thought of him having a crush on you.
You were still in your own little world as you passed an alleyway, so much so, that you didn’t even see a certain yellow and black haired guy, lurking there.
It was only when you were grabbed from behind and dragged into the shadows, that you knew someone had been creeping there.
“What the fuck?” you asked when you were slammed back first up against the brick wall and his face appeared in front of yours, “what do you want?”
“I don’t think you want to talk to me like that,” he stated calmly but with some aggression underneath.
“Why?” you retorted.
“You don’t even know what I’m capable of,” he sneered, punching the wall beside your head to see your reaction.
You didn’t flinch.
“Hooo?” he mused, “you’re tough, huh?”
“Baby boy, I grew up on the streets. My daddy taught me how to hold my own,” you replied, looking him up and down- completely unfazed.
“Yeah?” he hummed, “did he teach you how to bury yourself too? After I kill you?”
“Ha!” you laughed in his face, “listen. You don’t want to mess with me, I have connections to gangs—,”
“Oh yeah? Which one?” he interrogated.
“Oh? Who? Name them,” he demanded.
You gave three names, all friends of your father, and also father figures to you who had helped raise you since your mum had left.
Kazutora stepped back.
“Ok. You pass. I used to be in Valhalla. And those names check out.”
“Of course they do because I don’t need to lie,” you retorted, “now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get away from you because your idiocy is catching.”
You placed your hands against his chest and pushed hard to get him out of your way but he grabbed your wrists and pulled you into him as he stepped back against the opposite wall.
“I’ll level with you,” he said in a low voice, his mesmerizing eyes watching your face for your reaction, “I do got a thing for the thick girls.”
“Fuck off,” you snorted, “you think you can get with me now because you’ve all of a sudden changed your tune? I don’t think so.”
You pushed off him again but he wouldn’t let you go.
“You think anyone else in this hell hole of a town has what it takes to make you scream?” he asked with a sneer.
“Anyone else is better than you,” you snapped.
“Sure ’bout that?” he challenged.
Obviously you didn’t know for sure so you shut up and just glared at him.
“Heh,” he snorted with amusement, “see. Give me a try.”
“If your dick ain’t at least as big as your dickwad attitude then I don’t want it,” you replied sassily.
“Is 11 inches enough for you?” he replied confidently, knowing that that size was well and truly big enough for you.
“It had better be,” you replied, giving him another sassy look as you stepped back but this time in a way that was inviting him to come with you.
“Where ya goin’?” he asked, grabbing your wrist again.
“Come to my place,” you said, looking back at him.
“Nah, babe… here,” he sneered, “I’m fucking you against the wall right here.”
“Risky,” you mused, “ok fine, make me cum here.”
He stepped further back in the alleyway, pulling you with him until he backed up against the back wall then pulled you in against him and his mouth met yours.
Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he was a very good kisser and his enthusiastic tongue movements sucked you right in.
His hands grabbed for your thick hips and fingertips sank in.
He wanted you, he desperately wanted all of you, and he was glad you had a little more weight on you because he knew you wouldn’t break if he was a little rough.
Stepping to the side, he maneuvered around you and turned your back to the wall so he could cage you in, pushing one of his legs in between your thighs and leaning his weight into you.
“You’d better be ready for me,” he rasped, biting into your bottom lip.
“You don’t know what you’re up against,” you replied, knowing you were already dripping wet, “your pull out game better be top.”
He sneered as he pushed his hip into your pelvis and rocked on you to give you some friction.
“Mmmm,” you hummed, grabbing a handful of his ass and arching your pelvis back into his.
You could feel his bulge against your leg and by the feel of it he wasn’t lying when he said he had 11 inches for you.
With the heat of the kisses going on, coupled with the dry humping, it didn’t take you long to grab a handful of his package and drag your nails down over the outside of it.
“Come on, show me what you got,” you demanded.
“Eager bitch now, huh?” he snarked, biting into your bottom lip again before pulling back from you and grabbing your arm to turn you around, “hands on the wall,” he commanded.
You obeyed, of course, you did want to get railed by this confident asshole so your hands hit the wooden wall fiercely and next minute your pants were tugged down and his cock was forced into your pussy.
“Oh shit,” you gasped with delight as he slid into you with minimal resistance. You had been getting quite worked up so you were well and truly ready for him.
He chuckled lowly as his hips slammed into your ass.
“I don’t play nice, so you’d better hang on,” he snickered, picking a punishing pace to start off the session.
Your horniness spiked and you threw your head back to moan but decided to swallow your feelings instead, just pulling a pleasured face while he slammed into you.
He was so forceful with his rhythmic thrusting that you had to push firmly against the wall to stop your face from hitting it and you arched back against him, tilting your hips for him to hit the best angles.
“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling the orgasm building quickly. No guy you had been with had ever gotten you to this point so quickly and you looked over your shoulder at him.
“You like this fucking I can tell. No one has ever given it to you like this, huh?” he panted, slapping your bare ass and sending the shockwave right through to your waist.
All you could do was moan and you braced for your pussy to cum.
As he sped up even more, you came, throbbing and spasming around his rapidly pumping cock, then he pulled out and came all over your lower back and stepped away panting hard.
“Go clean yourself up, you filthy whore,” he said breathlessly.
You pulled your pants up, not even bothering to wipe his cum off.
“I’m keeping it, fucker, fuck you,” you said as you turned and walked sassily past him with his pants still down, “your dick is showing,” you called over your shoulder.
“I’ll be back to pound you again, bitch, don’t think you can escape me,” he called after you.
“Yeah, I know you’ll be back. Thick pussy always wins,” you shouted into the air as you raised your middle finger up, not even bothering to look back at him.
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