Jin Kazama Tattoo Novels & Stories

He moves closer, stopping when he is nestled between my legs, his rock hard cock poking at my entrance deliciously. Softly, I run my fingers over his muscled shoulders, down his rock hard biceps, over his forearms, and back up. When I reach his shoulders once again I run my hands down over his chest, taking in every muscled ridge of his body. My fingers falter when I notice the tattoo placed lovingly over his heart. Okami. I place a kiss over the tattoo, receiving a groan of approval from Kenji. “I got this tattoo to remember our time in your parent’s garden.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers of awareness through me.

He sat up and pulled his singlet up to reveal the large tiger tattoo taking up his whole back. “You look like a real gangster…” Cory huffed. Reese shrugged. “Nothing that can be seen when wearing a shirt…” “Hmm…I guess…still it makes you look like an old Japanese gangster or something…” “I’ve always liked the yakuza style of tatts so…” He shrugged again, taking a sip of his beer straight from the can. “Want one?” He held the can up and indicated to a cooler next to him. Cory reached out and grabbed a beer from the cooler, opening it with a satisfying sound and drank deeply.

I really wonder, why would they want to be rabid fans for a man like Kazuo-kai? Alright, Kazuo-kai or Kazuo Yamashita. He is a man from Japan who came to Seoul, looking for a double degree. After the leaders of Seirryu University found out, that Kazuo was the owner of the Yamasahita Company. Treat them immediately changed to be kind to him.

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

It’s the most beautifully haunting mess I’ve ever had the chance to witness, to breathe in and feel up close. Just before I got to my locker, he sent me a picture of himself, half-naked with droplets of water traveling down his cut abdomen. He has two small tattoos—two lines of script at the top of his right pectoral muscle. One is in Arabic and the other is in Japanese. I don’t understand the first, but the second is a saying in Japanese that literally translates to ‘I want mine.’ Yeah I can read Japanese, I took classes cause I really loved watching anime. And I really didn't understand what the meaning of his tattoo meant.

to go to the city for some new ink myself, let’s go right now!. ‘Right now?’ I asked a bit hesitant. ‘Yes, no time like today’, Kenzo said as he almost ran to the car. We headed to the tattoo shop and the tattoo artists got to drawing right away. He sketched something which looked absolutely perfect. I was a forest with a full moon, with a silhouette of 4 wolves. It would cover most of my upper back, but I didn’t mind. He started right away. It was a big piece which would take hours, but I didn’t mind the distraction. Another artist was busy on Kenzo, he was getting something for his son and a surprise for Keva he said. We had been sitting here for 4 hours now and I was getting hungry, so

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

But who would have thought the person who gave me that drink was a man who cared about me. "Eh, miss. If you disgust me, I can accompany you here until your friend returns. Just think of it as an apology for my first brother. Sorry, I'm a little stubborn. Anyway, my name is Kazexian. He is the first brother's name is Kim, this is his second brother's name is Kanzuka, this is his third brother's name is Kazame. I am the last brother, Kazexian. What is your name?" said Kazexian introducing himself.

𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒏𝒐! There was a tattoo on the top side of my pussy, an initial of K but it’s curved on the edges. I was right; his name was Kian, and he did this to me. He tied me, so he would brand me or whatever messed-up ritual this was supposed to be.

Therefore, the Olympic Games had always been his biggest regret. Now, his biggest goal in life was to raise an apprentice who would be able to become the champion in the Olympic Games! If his apprentice could represent him to stand on the podium for the Olympic champions, then he would not have any lifelong regrets anymore. Immediately afterwards, Nanako and Kazuki left the lounge together. Jiro and Hiroshi followed closely behind them. As soon as they stepped out of the room, Charlie and Aurora also walked out, side by side from the next room. Aurora could not help but exclaimed when she saw Kazuki and Nanako. She said in a low voice, “Master Wade, that girl is Ito Nanako! The person standi