โ various men who melt when they see you in their clothes.
he sees you come out of the shower, all dressed and freshly moisturized for the night. yet, he can't help but stare at your perky nipples piercing through his shirt, which was barely giving you any justice, giving him a view of your boobs. his shirt was already enough to drive him crazy, but he finds you only wearing underwear underneath it.
he was ready to pounce on you and fuck you until you go limp.
the sight was too much for his cock to bear, as it started leaking precum all over his boxers. don't you know how hard he is for you? you effortlessly make him go crazy for you without having to do anything. ''are you gonna sleep, love?'' you ask him, but his hand reaches into his pants and palms his bulge. ''fuck- do you see what you do to me?'' he peels off the blanket on his lower half and gives you the sight of the outline of his cock.
you smile at him, deciding to give him a proper show, teasingly taking off your underwear in front of him. swaying your hips subtly, enough for his eyes to anchor onto your body. ''you tease.'' he said, finally getting up from the bed and pulling you in by your waist, sitting you on his lap.
he let out a small groan, feeling your wetness pool on his boxers, the warmth almost making him cum immediately. your hips wasted no time grinding on his cock, your aching clit gaining friction.
''such a good fucking doll for me.'' he praised.
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Summary: He's pouting. It's so stupid, and yet he's pouting. But you're forgetting that it's all about the principle!
Pairing: Izana Kurokawa X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Drabble
Word Count: 770
Warning: N/A
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โYou look ridiculous.โ
Sticking your tongue out at your boyfriend, you tugged at the huge hoodie you were wearing around your shoulders tighter. โYouโre just jealous. Thatโs what you are.โ
Izana began to sputter, choking on his own saliva. โWha-pa-ca-ta JEALOUS? I am NOT jealous!โ
You burst out laughing so hard you almost peed yourself. โOH MY GOD! YES YOU SO ARE! YOU ARE JEALOUS!โ
โI AM NOT!โ
โTell that to your face and how youโve been acting all day.โ You shot back, still laughing your ass off.
He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest for the twelfth time that day. โIโve told you a thousand times I am not jealous and I will never be jealous. I donโt get jealous.โ
You scoffed, finally calming your laughter a little. โOh sure you donโt. Youโre the most jealous person Iโve ever met. And I know Mikey.โ
Izana groaned, rolling his eyes. โDo not compare me to that child. I am not a child.โ
โWell, you are acting a lot like one so itโs a fair comparison.โ
Your teasing made his frown worsen, which made him look madder than he probably was. Probably. โYouโre a jerk, you know that?โ
Shrugging, you answered, โSo Iโve been told.โ
When he didnโt respond after a while, you sighed in exasperation. โLook, just admit youโre jealous and Iโll do something about it, alright?โ
โI told you! I. Am. Not. Jealous!โ He snapped.
You scoffed. โFine. Whatever you say. Iโm not going to change anything then.โ
โFine!โ He shot back, turning his face away from you.
The two of you sat in silence for a good fifteen minutes. You were honestly kind of impressed. With how Izana has been acting all day, you thought that perhaps heโd break already. However, he seemed to have a stronger resolve than you initially thought. You had to give credit where credit is due.
โALRIGHT FINE!โ He shouted, causing you to jump. โI AM JEALOUS! THERE! ARE YOU HAPPY? ARE YOU HAPPY TO KNOW I JUST ADMITTED THAT MAYBE SOMETIMES, VERY RARELY, I DO GET JEALOUS? HUH?โ
You started laughing again, but not as hard as you did earlier. Nevertheless, you shrugged, โMaybe I am. Maybe I am a little happy you finally acknowledged that youโre jealous of a goddamn hoodie.โ
โITโS THE PRINCIPLE!โ He continued. โIโM THE BOYFRIEND! IโM THE ONE WITH THE BIG, COMFY HOODIES YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE WEARING! IโM THE ONE WHO SUPPLIES THEM IN THE RELATIONSHIP! YOU DONโT NEED TO GO OUT AND BUY YOUR OWN! THAT IS NOT HOW THIS WHOLE RELATIONSHIP THING WORKS!โ
โBut it was on sale!โ You whined. โAnd it was super cute and comfy! I just had to get it!โ
Izana pouted. โBut if you buy your own hoodie, then what is my role in the relationship? I mean, if Iโm not giving you my hoodie every second of the day, who am I? Am I even your boyfriend anymore?โ
Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around him. Ignoring his whines about being touched by the โtraitorโ hoodie, you said, โIzana, sweetie, your role in the relationship is the demon. Weโre like the angel and demon from the Emperorโs New Groove that Kronk sees and talks to. Youโre the crazy one and Iโm the sweet one. Youโre not simply my hoodie dealer.โ
He sighed. โBut maybe I wanted to be both.โ
โYou can be.โ You assured him as you stroked his hair comfortingly. โBut youโre my devil first and foremost, okay?โ
Izana simply shrugged, looking away. Mumbling under his breath, he said, โIt doesnโt even smell like me.โ
โWell it does now since you hugged me.โ
Again, he shrugged. โTrue, I guess.โ
With a chuckle, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. โYou know I love you right? And if you love me just as much as I love you, weโll put this whole hoodie debacle behind us once and for all. Okay?โ
Looking deep into your eyes, he quickly switched the roles of the hug. Now you were the one in his arms, his fingers gently gripping your chin to keep your focus on him. Before you knew it he swept you into a deep kiss, enough to make your eyelids flutter shut and your knees basically turn to Jell-o.
When he pulled away, he whispered. โI do love you, very much. No matter what you do and how crazy you make me, I will always love you. And I donโt want to fight with you like this again, okay? Itโs not worth it.โ
You snorted. โObviously. Itโs just a hoodie.โ
Hc of Sanzu and/or Izana reacting when he founds out his s/o have abusive parents. After some months of relationship!
(Their Tenjiku and Kanto Manji versions, because I'm kinda sure the adult versions will go for killing people xD)
Can it be gender neutral reader, please?
Thanks!
i'm so sad i can't write their kanto manji versions bc i don't read the manga, but i can do tenjiku! thank you for requesting <3
reader is fem! reader
c/w: abuse, toxic parenting, gaslighting (not from them), and child neglect.
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being sanzu's s/o includes...
the past few months you've been dating sanzu has been nothing but a dream for you. he's been taking care of you when your parents refused to let you back inside the house, feed you on dates, and just overall a great boyfriend.
he even protected you on your way to and from school, keeping you company despite not being a big talker. he was a good listener, though, which is something a lot of people don't expect from a cold, stoic-looking guy like sanzu.
however, this is also how sanzu picked up on the fact your parents are far from the best. it took a minute to click in his brain that your parents would often starve you, leave you outside over night regardless of the weather, hit you until the bruises were blue and purple (he'd seen some, but you passed it off as being clumsy), and call you degrading names that would lead to you putting yourself down.
and sanzu hated it when you put yourself down. he knew you had a hard time with self-esteem but didn't know why until now.
โ โถ ๏ฝกห ยฐ
the two of you were on another date after you got out of school, and he wasn't wearing his gang uniform to keep attention off of the two of you.
you accidentally let it slip that your parents were quite hard on you last night, smacking you left and right over getting an 84% on a paper. it really was a passing comment that you tried to pass off as a joke, but you could tell sanzu knew by the time you tried to cover it up.
now, sanzu wasn't new to the concept of bad parenting and neglectful childcare, but he never would've imagined that someone like you would be going through the same thing. and really, he's bursting at the seams with anger.
he's not mad at you, no. he's livid at the fact you've done nothing wrong in your life, and your parents choose to treat you so... badly. he can't even think of a word to describe what they could be doing to you, and sanzu feels like he's failing to protect you. how was he supposed to be your boyfriend but fail to keep you safe? sure, this is your parents, the exact people who should be protecting you, but they're clearly not doing their job right.
"um... sanzu, it was a joke-."
"no, it wasn't. you wouldn't make jokes like that."
he's right. after he told you what his childhood was like, you prevented from saying anything that might trigger him and put him off from interacting with you. and until now, you've held your tongue quite well.
"it's... not that serious, sanzu. i promise!"
but the boy had a hard time believing anything you said. whether or not your parents were that hard on you, he could tell you were going through similar things that he went through. even so, his heart didn't want to believe it and everything you said was just some sick joke that you spouted out on accident.
"we're leaving. let's go."
and you followed him, letting him drag you by the wrist, and occasionally pleading that the entire situation wasn't so serious, but sanzu didn't listen. he needed to see proof... even if it meant making you do things you probably would never do voluntarily.
"wait, sanzu-!"
"shut up. take your shirt off."
it's almost terrifying how scary he got after hearing a few words, and if you could, you'd bury yourself alive from the embarrassment and panic you were going through. sanzu had taken you to his studio apartment and demanded that you take your shirt off to see the damage done by your parents, but you tried to dissuade him from doing so.
if word got out, your parents could easily land themselves behind bars, and you'd have nowhere to go. maybe if you were persuasive with sanzu enough, he might let you stay long enough to get a job and earn enough to pay for an apartment on your own.
but you could only persist so much against sanzu, who was so much stronger than you with more fighting experience than you could ever hope to get. he eventually had you rid of your shirt, refusing to give it back as his eyes burned the image of every scab, bruise, and scratch on your body.
he held you there at arm's length, half-naked in his apartment.
you knew you were screwed. you could tell that whatever was going through his mind was not good. if things got any worse, sanzu might...
"sanzu...?"
โ โถ ๏ฝกห ยฐ
his eyes flickered up to meet your eyes, but upon seeing your worried and panicked expression, he pulled you closer to him until he had your head tucked under his chin and holding you impossibly close to him. you were shaking from the cold air in his apartment, and for a moment, he felt horrible for stripping you the way he did.
it wouldn't hurt him to be a little gentler with you, but the past was the past.
"i'm... sorry."
he heard you chuckle a little after a beat of silence, feeling you pull away to look at him with a smile.
the boy could feel his heart melting at the mere sight of it again.
"why are you sorry? you were just worried, i know... i'm sorry you have to see... this."
he watched you motion weakly to your body, noticing a few other details he didn't notice before. you were suspiciously frail, even though you had a healthy appetite during the meals he treated you to and snacks he'd share. the skin on your arms were dry too, like they've been exposed to the cold wind for too long.
"no... i needed to see this. see what they did to you."
he answered, running his arms up and down your arms to keep you warm.
he nudged you further into his apartment, draping his hoodie over you and placing your button-up shirt in your hands. he had you sit down on the sofa while he turned up the heat in the apartment. sanzu busied himself by making some tea, but the images of your injuries kept flashing through his mind on repeat.
how long have you gone through this treatment?
why haven't you told him?
what else did your parents do to you?
how did you hide it for so long?
"uh, sanzu! the water's boiling over!"
the boy quickly turned the stove off and pulled you to his side before you got too close to the pot.
"go sit down... you shouldn't be moving too much."
he muttered, relaxing his shoulders and dropping his head onto your shoulder.
sanzu didn't expect you to be up and running around if your injuries. he could hardly spot a solid patch of your skin color on your body with all the marks on your skin.
it would be much preferrable if they were a different kind of mark from him, though...
with a shake of his head, sanzu guided you to the sofa and gave you a stern look, as if that would get you to stay still until the tea was ready.
"i'm not made of glass, baby. it looks worse than it feels, i promise."
you assure him, but it doesn't calm his rage toward your parents at all. in fact, it just made him feel angrier.
"it's not okay... you're not okay because of them."
he grumbled into your neck, having discarded his mask. he could feel you rubbing his back, even though he was supposed to be the one doing the comforting. despite that, he hugged you back, rubbing his thumb over your hips.
"hey, sanzu... is it okay if i stay with you for a while? i... my parents don't want me back home for a few days."
"yeah, it'd make me feel better too."
you could ask to stay forever, and he'd still say yes, really.
punching your parents' heads in until it caved would also make him feel better, but sanzu knew you were the last person to wish that on anyone, let alone your parents. he can't understand why you're so kind and merciful to them when they couldn't show the same to you.
he heard you sigh, and the tension in your body left you. you were left limp in his arms, and he stood still as your support. physically and emotionally.
"thank you... love you so much."
"... love you more."
being izana's s/o includes...
he knew from the moment he met you.
the small flinches when someone called you, when anyone got close to you, when a person would tap your shoulder or initiate any physical contact with you. you were just a ball of nerves and panic attacks when he met you, and it was almost pitiful.
but izana didn't pity you. he didn't experience the pain you were feeling, and for about a year, he didn't care about you at all. sure, you'd pop up his mind once in a while, but he brushed it off and thought you'd be fine.
it wasn't until he found you unconscious in a playground, slumped on the park bench with a duffle bag of clothes and toiletries. you were kicked out of the house, evidently beaten to a pulp.
he really didn't think it was your parents who did this to you. would there ever be a parent who beat their child nearly black and blue? was there a parent who's child was so bad they starved them? was there ever a parent who hated their child so much that they kicked their child out in the middle of winter?
izana almost didn't want to believe it, but all the proof was there in front of him.
when you woke up in izana's apartment, you acted unnaturally calm and not quite awake. you looked sickly and frail. izana thought you could easily be passed off as a lump of skin and bones.
he gave you an offer that night.
you would be loyal to him and him only by being his lover, and he will offer you protection. izana figured that if he treated you well enough, he could use you as a potential puppet for one of his plans. well, kisaki's plans, but plans nonetheless.
and things were going well for a month and half, until izana found himself thinking about you more often. how you were doing, if you were safe, if you had eaten, if your friends at school were treating you okay, and all the thoughts and questions that never showed up before. he had fallen for you harder than he realized when he saw you shuffling around in his kitchen preparing dinner.
the two of you had your first kiss that night.
that was four months ago, and you hadn't returned home since the day izana found you unconscious on the park bench. he'd lightly tease you about it sometimes, but otherwise didn't talk about it. he was perfectly fine with you staying in his home if you were safe, and he could certainly get used to your cooking.
after settling an actual, solid relationship with you, izana had one or two of his men escort you to and from school whenever he couldn't. so it came to him as a shock when he receives a call from kakucho, saying that their men had taken you to tenjiku's base.
when he got there, you were evidently battered and bruised. your face was bloody, your body was bruised with large circles of blue, and you were knocked out cold. after a length explanation of how you ended up in this state, izana wishes he had gone with you today.
your father had gone to your school grounds and had beaten you a pulp until the school staff pulled him off you. he said something about how ungrateful you were and how you should've never been born. izana's men also added that they rushed into get you under the guise of being your friends.
after ushering you to the hospital and making sure your parents wouldn't be hearing about your condition, izana order the four heavenly kings to get to the hospital without their uniform. the hospital staff would easily catch onto their occupation as delinquents if they did.
there, izana ordered them to find your parents' address and demand revenge on them for the things they've done to you. it was only fair that they receive a taste of their medicine, since you were attached to wires and had a tube down your throat because of them.
izana doesn't think he's seen anyone in a more pitiful state, but there was no pity from him. he felt empty, like you were his heart and soul, and now you were barely there.
it takes you a few days to wake up again, and izana is right there to comfort you and make sure you were okay.
"... you gave me quite the scare, mahal..."
"... sorry."
"no, don't be sorry. you never asked for this to happen. no one would've thought your father would go after you like that. it's not your fault."
you nod quietly, holding onto his hand and letting him press long kisses on yours.
it was evident that he was rather shaken up from what happened too.
"are... you okay, izana?"
the boy nearly laughed at the irony of his situation. his girlfriend nearly got beaten to death by her father, but the first thing she asks is if he's okay.
"i am now. you're with me... safe and sound."
it takes a long time before izana let's you leave the house without him, even after your parents were beaten up by the heavenly kings and ended up in a different hospital for their coma. there was no one left to hurt you, but izana didn't feel safe without you at his side.
โ izana will pretend to be asleep whenever he wakes up to the feeling of your fingers running through his soft hair, afraid that if he wakes you would stop but he would still shift closer, peeking an eye or two open to check you weren't falling asleep (since that would make your hand stop). when the two of you would finally get out of bed and you ask him if he enjoys it he would blush slightly since he wasn't expecting you to catch on that he was awake then he would pout slightly, grumbling about how he doesn't or how he doesn't know what you're talking about but secretly he adores it when you play with his hair, the soft sunlight would eventually flicker through the curtains as your fingers separated a few strands, braiding them loosely
โ the first time you told izana you wanted to eat his hair he looked at you as if you had just asked him to find the cure to cancer. he was so confused and utterly stunned genuinely wondering what someone has to think about to arrive at such a thought but then again it was you so he wasn't that surprised. in the end you said it so much that he just got used to it, until eventually the two of you played a game of uno with the loser having to pick a punishment and of course once you slapped down your last card cheesing at him all silly he knew exactly what you wanted to ask so he just sighed and leant in, resigning to his fate as your lips closed around a chunk of his hair for a moment before letting him go and he turned to stare at you, 'so? what did it taste like?', and maybe he was right for looking at you weight because it didn't taste like cotton candy shockingly but it definitely smelt like it, that soft sugary smell that you knew you would probably never forget.
a/n: sos this took a while but that's what i had for this oneeee it was just stuck in my head for a bit so i had to write it
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ft izana kurokawa
๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: The gang leader of your boyfriend's rivalry team to a liking to you, his queen.
๐ ๐๐ง๐ซ๐: angst to fluff / ( โ )
๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ : yandere theme, jealousy, possessive and obsession, violence, languages, and death threat
๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฌ: HELLO! OMG, first of all, I am freaking out (not really) because I don't know how well this is gonna turn out. After all, it's been so long since I last made a one-shot with yandere themes! The last one was Shidou Ryusei's from Blue lock. But it wasn't gonna be half as gore (I think?) as this one! Hopefully, it was okay BUT let me know what you think in the comment! Happy reading xx (E/T known as eye types)
You were in the kitchen eating breakfast when your boyfriend came in 'Hey,' You bid eyeing up from the bowl of milk and cereal towards him. He got out a glass and poured cold water, chugging it down. 'I gotta go, Kakucho called and there'll be a meeting!' He kisses the crown of your head before he left the estate.
You blink a few times looking back at the spot he was at and the front door not far from the kitchen hall. You shrug continue eating, your acrylic nail made a tapping sound against the phone as you scroll using your other hand.
It was late, nearly a quarter of one but still no sign of your boyfriend. Izana was supposed to be exactly thirty minutes ago, max but here you are waiting for him yet the half-Filipino guy never made it back home until a phone call erupted the spacious hall.
'Where are you?'
'Hey, lovey, I don't think I'll be back tonight. There's been a mistake at work and I need to get it done. Kakucho will drop by to get you some food-' The passcode on the door is punched open and the sight of the scarred male arrived.
'He's here, see you!' You hung up the call and get the plastic bag from Kakucho 'Woah, this is a lot!'
'Izana asked me to get an extra, as an apology...' You huff, eyes on the heavy plastic bag 'Would you mind accompanying me?' He was reluctant but nodded nonetheless. 'You get this ready, I'm gonna bring us some fine wine!' You singsong as you skip to the wine restoring cabinet and get the finest wine, the one you got on your birthday.
Kakucho sat on the medium-sized couch whilst you sat on the main couch, getting comfortable 'But don't Izana have works for you?' You asked away, pouring down the wine into his wine cup. He shake his head 'I was done for the night, Izana is occupied because a new gang was requested to do private business with us.' You wiggle your brow at him 'Really, I guess that's why he was so busy the rest of the week.' He hums and bottoms up the drink while you did the same 'Ahh, this is so good! Here!' You gave him the whole bottle and smile lazily 'You should hide or throw it while you can, Izana will be pissed if he knows I drink more than a cup!' You hiccuped
'Already?' Kakucho chuckles and puts aside the wine, away from you. 'But the gang you was talking about, who are they?' He looks up from you, one brow furrowing 'Why do you want to know? Do you even know other gangs other than Tenjiku?' You pout at him 'Izana told me all of his business partners, I wanna know if I know this one!' You hiccup once more. Kakucho walks out to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and handed it to you.
'They're Doncan. Do you know them?' You gulp the drink and wipe off the access from the corner of your mouth 'Oh them - but aren't they like you guys, rivalry?' He handed you a proper napkin once he speaks up 'A new gang formed, and surprisingly gained lots of members in a few months. They wanted to take out the two top Japanese drug organizations. We had no choice but to join hands. It's a win-win situation anyway.' He shrugs gulping down another cup of wine. You look at the half-full glass with lust.
'I want more drink!' You snapped out of your thoughts and slap your face 'Easy Y/n if you hurt yourself I will be responsible for it. You know how Izana is...' You sigh in contempt, laying down on the couch with a faint thud 'My boyfriend is so dreamy! Always putting me first.' Your eyes hooded and sleepy 'You should sleep. I will take care of you until Izana's home.' You hum patting his arm through his suit and yawning 'Thank you Kakucho!'
The sun barely set when you woke up in bed, neatly tucked and hair tied just how you liked it. Your head was a bit sore from liquoring up so you got up but a light nudge held you back. You spun your head around seeing Izana in his sleeping attire with his glasses on and a laptop on his lap. His one hand was around your neck and collarbone while his other hand was used to scroll the sensor. 'You scared me!' You revealed as you turn your body around and went to hug him 'What time is it?'
'Barely seven.' He answered eyes never leaving the screen. He turns to you for a moment plastering a chaste kiss on your side temple 'I'm going to work at eight, not gonna be as busy as the other day so I was wondering if you want to follow me?' Your eyes lighted up, it's been so long - one week since you visited or even set foot inside the building.
'Sure, wake me up when it's time to go!' He hums petting your shoulder and caressing it.
You and Izana arrived at his workplace. The guards lined up already waiting for his arrival. You two got arms lined together as you two strode together inside the entrance.
'Ryo Yamada is inside your office room.' Informed Kakucho, stealing a glance and a quick smile your way. You two went inside the elevator accompanied by three of his men into the room. Two of them waited outside the door and you three get inside.
A man probably around your age neatly sit on the leather couch. His Rolex watch flexing inside the dimmed light room. 'There you are! And I see you bought one of your bitch.'
'Be careful how you speak, this is my fiancรฉ.' Despite feeling stunned by the man's remark, you have a shake with him 'Y/n L/n.' He gladly took your hand placing a gentle kiss on your knuckle 'The pleasure is mine, Ryo Yamada.' Izana tears his face away from you and scoff 'Stand far from my missus, Ryo.' The man laughed, both of his hands beside his head.
'Chill Kurokawa, I won't devour the lady... Yet.' Izana was ready to pounce and forget about all this shitty assists from his gang but you held him back.
'It's okay,' He cooled down, adjusting his tie, and have a seat with the man in front of him, you at the side, half-listening.
Izana was not blind. He could see the look Ryo was giving you. That infamous dirty stare he laid upon his victims. Izana being Izana, he would've killed that man with a snap of his finger but every time you held his hand and assure him, he'll just sigh and try to cool his head down. Key Word: Try.
'Aw, come on don't try so hard and be so lovey-dovey! I might die because of jealousy!' He scowls lowly, eyes hooded over your figure. The tanned hand of Izana had reached for his back pocket where he kept his gun. One wrong move again and he'll shoot without hesitation.
'Now business aside,' He man-spread on the chair, hands over his knees with his eyes bore from you to Izana then back to you 'How long have you two known each other?'
'That was none of your' - He was cut by you 'We met in 2005. Izana just got released from juvenile and he was with my brother. Izana calls it 'Love at the first glance.' You chuckle tearing your eyes from Ryo to Izana to see he had already looked at you. That sharp purple eyes of his relaxed in you.
'That's cringe.' His pupils diverted. Hell no, Izana won't let anyone, he means anyone and not even Kakucho to insult how he fell in love with you. It wasn't cringe or drama-like. It was Izana Kurokawa falling in love with you. No matter what, he won't take comments about how he fell in love with you. His haven and his majesty.
His gaze turns from you to Ryo. A fast motions whistle and a scream erupted inside the soundproof room. Ryo was shot right in the knee. His knee busted open out from his expensive slack. A painful agony scream erupts once more. His eyes were bloodshot.
'F'ckin hell! That hurts!' Izana eyes weren't quiver even one bit. His eyes were steady and plain. 'One wrong move again. And I'll make not to miss that thick skull head of yours.' He planted the gun to his forehead mimicking the 'Bang' sound 'You should've thought about the worst consequences before you came barking at my queen, you pathetic loser.'
'Fuck this useless negotiation. With your gang or without, Tenjiku will remain at the top. You and all that shitty gangs below us can fucking rot in hell.' He finished opening up the door as Ryo's guards rush inside. A blood war was incoming but by that time, Kakucho had made sure to put you and Izana back inside the car and to your mansion.
'That scumbag.' You sighed bringing Izana into a hug. Your hand fished inside your purse to grab a pack of tissue wiping off the warm blood stained off his cheeks and lips.
'He won't get his way with you.' He scoops you in his arms earning a small yelp from you, but once you relaxed you laugh 'He won't. Never will.' Noses touching. His eyes find their way to your E/T ones.
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mhm, he is! HE IS! but i think we should elaborate a bit more on this with him, he's such a cute blushy pervert!
cw: breeding!kink, dub-con/non-con.
izana being a closet pervert meant that he'll spend hours and hours of his day furiously fisting his cock with the thought of a single person in mind who would be his new obsession, his fingers tight around it milking every last drop of cum and his body trembling from overstimulation, but, even though his eyes were watering and head was almost frying, izana be able to stop, especially when he had a pair of undies he stole from you shoved up against his nose and he could swear he could still smell you there.
izana being a closet pervert meant that he'll have too many dark fantasies to be able to speak out loud without blushing and when he did and you called him a "pretty little blushy boy" or something along those lines, izana would be completely sure that he would be completely sure that either he'd come home with a painful boner and his underpants full of pre-cum or he'd pin you against the floor and rip your clothes off to shove his cock deep inside you even if it hurt โ because, deep down, as you call him cute, automatically his mind makes him imagine that he is shoving his dick deep down your throat and making you choke on no air.
izana being a closet pervert meant that he would constantly wonder if any dirty thoughts even crossed your mind at the times when he, claiming to be distracted, ran his hands over your shoulders and bust and groped your thighs.
izana being a closet pervert meant that he was going to get off more than is considered normal for a young man with the thought of using you and breaking you as a breeding toy to the point that you were completely fucked out, barely even conscious with his cream overflowing and oozing out of all your holes and then fucking his cum into you until his cock was hard again and ready to breed you again.
Surely the Izana can contain himself when you give them a warm hug. Nipples so see through and get hard under this boiling weather? Izana thought to himself. He deeply respects you. Enough to steal bits of your intimate clothing and feverishly splash his essence all over them every night. Donโt blame him when you have him feeling all sweaty after you bend over to swiftly dust off your dress. Back so arched up, your cute plump ass just waiting to get slapped and stained with his cum. God youโre so sexy, jus wanna explore the depths of your tight pussy and have your spit collide with mine for more stimulation, fuck you slow speed it up, watching your hands clench onto the sheets begging for more attention, more power, more erratic thrusts and care. Fuck heโs going to shoot blanks by the time heโs done with your minx self. Bet you like seeing me this riled up donโt you. Baby the things you do to me will ruin me one day, how good can you get in bed? Are shy or hungry? You bratty? Whips? Passionate? Fuck Iโm going wild jus wanna see that pretty pussy bounce and wrap around me so hard. You wanna squirm on me? Think you can take this dick? Go on lemme see you. Fuck me good and ride me to the brink of overdrive. Damn-
โYou think I wonโt have you squirting right now fucking minx?โ Silence. All that was heard was silence. Well other than life continuing outside of the Range Rover both of you were in and his breathing going fucking mad cause ainโt no way Izana just thought out loud. The split realisation his brain had received was enough to have his already flustered cheeks turn a shade deeper in embarrassment. Ainโt no fuckin way.
โIzanaโ
โ Uh- fuck yeah?โ
โDo my tits look alright? Not sure about this dress I picked outโ
Are you fucking serious? Did you not just hear him mutter such filth? And tits? You canโt be serious.
โIzaโฆ whatโs wrong? Do I look awful in this dress?โ You reached your hand out as always to lock with his without any clue on how misleading this looks. Your hardened nipples, soft fingers grazing his thumb for support and your intoxicating scent makes Izana think you really do this for sport. Torturing him into submission.
โNah bae you look good, always I promiseโ took a lot for him to say that. When you look this fuckable. Genuinely complimenting you, he scanned your face but failed cause of those lips. Glossy, plumped cherry scented lips just waiting for his greedy dick to ram your throat. The type to like it rough but looks so put together, he digs that. Or just you.
โReally? I knew that was jus fucking witcha! But thank you! Now there was a cute purse I caught scrolling through my pins..โ you rambled and rambled but all Iza heard was โthroat me daddy Iโll take itโ. God the things you do to him.
warnings: NSFW, minors DNI; no explicit sex, mentions of blowjobs, reader has a vagina, one instance of degradation at the end
notes: i thought of this scenario before i fell asleep. anyways this goes out to my izana lovers and fuckers who are taller than him or would be taller than him in heels (aka me and my 5โ4 ass)
tagging my izana luvrs: @noekoi @harufilms
โtoo tall,โ izana clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
his beloved secretary has a penchant for wearing heels to work everyday. those damn heels accentuate every curve on your pretty legs, making his cock stir in his pants whenever he hears the click-clacking of your shoes around the marble tiles of his office. heโs lusted after you since the second he laid eyes on you, wondering how pretty those legs of yours would look thrown over his shouldersโ in fact, he thinks it might be the reason why you were even hired in the first place.
โif you want sir,โ you sputter out, evidently taken aback by your bossโs comment. โi can change into flats! i have some in my carโโ
โno need,โ he interrupts you, sauntering his way towards you. he stands before you, so incredibly close that you feel his warm breath tickle your exposed skin. inches below your line of sight, you look down to meet his eyes.
โsir?โ
his hands grab your collar, burying his fingers into the cotton fabric and wrinkling it in the process. he pulls you down so that your knees rest on the rough carpet, and izana smirks at you from this new position.
โthere,โ he hums, pleased. โthis view is so much better.โ
you open your mouth to speak, but izana muffles your voice by pressing your face to his crotch. his hands cup the back of your head as he drags your face along his aching cock, which has formed a tent in his black slacks.
โdo you feel how hard you make me, pretty? this is all because of you.โ
the sweet musk from izanaโs cologne makes your head spin; the feeling of his hardened shaft pressed against your cheek makes your mouth water. the carpet digs into the flesh of your knees and it burns, but youโd be lying if you said you didnโt like it. being in such a vulnerable and pliant position in front of your boss sends a shiver down your spine and straight to your cuntโ youโre literally at his mercy.
โlisten,โ izana teases, taking your jaw in his fingers and delicately lifting your face. he stares down at you with a sadistic grin, his lavender eyes boring straight into yours. โif you let me fuck this pretty lil mouth of yours, iโll buy you whatever designer shoes you want? would you like that, hm?โ
you frantically nod your head, too excited to even think straight. you donโt care about the shoesโ you just want to know how heavy your bossโs cock feels against your tongue.
โgood,โ he whispers, barely audible over the sound of metal clinking as he unfastens his belt. โopen up, slut.โ
