#demanding

Part 4 (KAZUTORA) <—

BOT!IZANA KUROKAWA

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TOP!MALE READER

Warnings: MDNI!!! sexual/explict content, gay, bottom character/top reader, all characters are 18+, sex, getting caught, interrupted sex, cumming inside, face-to-face, dirty talk, possessive, threating, moaning, swearing, Izana is a demanding bottom, etc

Type: NSFW

PART 5 (IZANA)

The safe house in Yokohama smelled like rain-soaked concrete and cheap incense Kakucho had lit earlier to cover the cigarette smoke. Rain hammered the windows, drowning out most of the city noise. Inside the small bedroom at the back, the only sounds were slick skin, broken moans, and the rhythmic creak of the old wooden bed frame.

Izana was on his back beneath you, legs locked high around your waist, white hair fanned wildly across the pillow like spilled milk. His purple eyes were half-lidded, white lashes fluttering every time you sank deep into him. Sweat glistened on his light brown chest, catching on the faint scars he never let anyone else see. He looked fucking ethereal, and utterly wrecked.

"Harder, Y/N," he hissed, nails digging crescents into your shoulders. "Don't you dare hold back. I want to feel you tomorrow."

You obliged, snapping your hips forward with enough force to make the headboard slam against the wall. Izana's back arched sharply, a raw, needy sound ripping from his throat before he bit it back into a growl. His hole clenched tight around your cock, hot and silky, sucking you in with every thrust. You leaned down, catching his mouth in a messy kiss, tongues sliding, teeth clashing. He tasted like the strawberry ramune he'd been drinking earlier.

"Fuck, Izana… you’re so tight," you groaned against his lips.

He smirked, all arrogance even while getting railed. "Of course I am. Only you get to have me like this. Only you."

Your pace turned punishing, the wet slap of skin echoing louder than the rain. Izana's cock lay flushed and leaking against his stomach, untouched but twitching with every drag of your dick over that spot inside him. He was close, you could tell by the way his thighs trembled and his breaths turned into desperate little whimpers he tried (and failed) to hide.

Then the door swung open without a knock.

"Kurokawa, we've got—shit."

Kakucho stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, the other clutching a folder of intel. His mismatched eyes went wide as he took in the scene: Izana Kurokawa, king of Tenjiku, legs spread and folded almost to his chest, getting absolutely pounded by his boyfriend. Your cock was still buried deep inside him, glistening.

For a split second, time stopped.

Izana's purple eyes snapped open fully. The hazy pleasure vanished, replaced by pure, glacial fury. His entire body locked up around you, walls fluttering and clenching involuntarily from the adrenaline. He didn't push you off. Didn't even try to cover himself. Instead, he slowly turned his head toward the door like a predator sighting prey.

"Get. Out."

The command cracked through the room, low and venomous, but there was a breathy hitch at the end that ruined the effect. You felt it, his hole spasming hard around your cock from the sheer humiliation and rush.

Kakucho's face flushed dark red. "I—I'm sorry, I thought you were alone—"

Izana's legs tightened around your waist possessively, heels digging into your lower back so you couldn't possibly pull out. "You saw nothing," he snarled, voice shaking with a mix of rage and lingering pleasure. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone....Shion, Haitanis, anyone, I will carve your eyes out myself and feed 'em to the dogs. Now close the fuckin' door."

You stayed perfectly still, buried to the hilt, fighting the insane urge to laugh or thrust. Izana's chocolate cheeks were burning pink, a rare, beautiful sight on the usually composed king. His cock had twitched hard against his stomach at the interruption, a fresh bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft.

Kakucho muttered a string of apologies, averting his gaze, and finally yanked the door shut with a loud click. Footsteps retreated rapidly down the hall.

The second the latch caught, Izana's head fell back against the pillow. "Bastard," he growled, half at Kakucho, half at you for still being rock-hard inside him. Then he looked up, eyes blazing with something darker need, embarrassment, and that signature unhinged possessiveness. "Don't you dare stop. Fuck me. Now."

You didn't need telling twice.

You pulled back and slammed in hard, making him cry out sharply. The sex that followed was feral. Izana clawed at your back, hips bucking up to meet every brutal thrust like he was trying to prove something to you, to the universe, to the ghost of Kakucho's interruption. His usual sharp control fractured completely, moans spilled freely from his pretty mouth, loud and shameless now that the door was closed again.

"Mine," he gasped between thrusts, purple eyes locked on yours. "Y/N is mine. No one else gets to see this. No one else gets to hear me like this—ah, fuck—right there!"

You grabbed his thighs, folding him harder, pounding into that perfect spot until his eyes rolled back. His cock bounced with every impact, smearing pre-cum across his abs. You wrapped a hand around him and stroked roughly in time with your hips.

Izana came first with a broken shout, back bowing off the bed, cum striping his own chest and chin in thick pulses. His hole clamped down like a vice around your cock, milking you relentlessly. The sight and feeling dragged you over the edge seconds later, you followed soon after groaning his name against his neck.

For a long minute, the only sounds were heavy breathing and rain against glass.

Then the tsundere kicked in.

Izana shoved weakly at your chest, face burning crimson as he turned his head away. "Get off me… you're heavy." But when you started to pull out, he immediately hooked his legs around you again. "I didn't say move, idiot."

You chuckled, carefully collapsing beside him and pulling him against your chest instead. He resisted for about five seconds before melting into you, hiding his flushed face in the crook of your neck. His white hair tickled your skin.

"If Kakucho tells anyone…" he muttered, voice muffled and dangerous, "I'll kill him. Slowly."

"He won't," you reassured, stroking down his spine. "He's loyal. Probably traumatized, but loyal."

Izana huffed. After another minute of silence, he added, quieter, "...You felt bigger when he walked in. Adrenaline?"

You grinned. "You clenched like you were trying to break me off inside you."

"Shut up." He bit your collarbone in retaliation, not hard enough to really hurt. Then softer, almost shy: "Only you get to see me like that. Only you get to fuck me stupid. Remember that."

You kissed the top of his head, feeling him relax further into your arms. "Wouldn’t have it any other way, King."

Outside, somewhere down the hall, you both faintly heard Kakucho explaining to someone in a strained voice: "Izana is… occupied. Very occupied. Do not disturb him."

Izana groaned in embarrassment and pulled the blanket over both your heads, pressing closer. "If anyone else walks in next time, I'm stabbing them before I tell them to leave."

You laughed softly, already half-hard again against his thigh.

"Next time?"