#izana smut

"I wanna try one," you say, eyeing the cigarette in his hand. He knocks the cigarette, and the embers fall to the floor.

"Uh, yeah, as if, Izana would kill me," he replies.

"What does she want now?" Izana interrupts, and he sounds a bit irritated, making you pout just a little as your arms fold over your chest. 

"Nothing, babe," you reply with a cheeky smile, and he rolls his eyes in return. You mentally sigh to yourself, you bet if it were Rindou here, he would've let you try one. But you shouldn't be picking your favourites out loud, Izana wouldn't like that for sure. Oh well. 

"Yeah, she's not having one," Izana replies knowingly before sitting down on the couch opposite you, running a hand through his hair. Your jaw drops as you sit up, your head going slightly tingly from the blood rushing back down to your body.

After a gasp, you say, "Why? You didn't even know what I was going to do."

"Because I said so and because you're predictable," he retorts with a mocking smile, and you spin around, sitting straight agasint the couch, one leg folded over the other. 

"You're no fun," you hum. 

"Well, you're no ray of sunshine either," he sneers, and your jaw drops further. Beside you, Ran is trying hard to stop smiling, running a hand over his mouth, pressing his lips tight together, how he wishes the members of the gang would hurry back to witness you to bickering. Izana and you rarely argue, but with you do, it's more playful bickering, with the members never seeing. They think you are the perfect, pretty couple. 

Though it wasn't too long before Izana caught sight of Haitani forcing down his expression. Izana's jaw became tense and tight. You could tell he was frustrated, and you bet that it was because he knew that the others could be back any minute, and Ran was laughing at him. In reality, he wasn't laughing at Izana, but you. You caught Izana's expression, and dread instantly flooded you as you nibbled on your bottom lip. Note to self, keep the playful bickering to private affairs. 

"Babe," Izana calls out as you look over to him, away from Ran. You see how his purple eyes have narrowed considerably, eyeing you now with something you didn't even want to know. There was not even a chance to mistake that his gaze was on you, you didn't even want to fuck with him and to look over your shoulder, pretending he was looking at someone else to piss him off. 

"Yes," you say, your voice barely above a whisper as Izana moves to stand directly in front of you, almost touching your body while you trace the angles of his face as he glares down at you. 

Your eyes drifted down, almost involuntarily, as you looked at him, and even from your vantage, you saw the fading red and purple marks on his skin that you had caused. There, peeping out from between the edges of the hem of his crew neck shirt, were the hickies. You could feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks at your great embarrassment and wanting all rolled into one feeling. Stunning. 

"I'm going out for a bit," Izana announces, moving away from you suddenly, and you lean back in the seat at his sudden change in behaviour before you let out a sigh and realise he wanted you to come with him. Needy, you say in a slow tone in your head. 

After rolling your eyes, you walk after him, and you tell yourself you're ready for anything he'll throw at you. You know he won't yell at you or anything, but you want to know what he wants. After a few hasty steps, you managed to walk in pace with Izana, walking out of the apartment building. It was easy to sense from him that he was thinking about something entirely than just going out somewhere quickly. 

Taking a few steps in front of Izana, you don't hesitate to mount his bike. Not sitting on the saddle, not straddling it, but just sitting down on it, facing the Izana who was walking slowly towards you. A smile rises on your face as he changes his pace to move slower seeing your eagerness to tease you.

Your skirt was half over the seat, your thighs only slightly clinging to the leather with your thin black tights. "You're taking your sweet time," you say, annoyed, leaning back slightly. 

"You can be patient," he sneers at your sudden burst of energy before finally standing before your figure. You couldn't help but admire his pale features, the features that belonged entirely to you. He manages to slot himself between your legs, close to your body, and you couldn't help but spread them slightly wider to allow him to inch even closer to you.

Inching down, Izana's face hovers near your neck, his warm breath grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. The sensation is intoxicating, causing your body to shiver at his proximity.

"You've been acting like a brat the last couple of days," he breathes agasint your skin, and you tilt your head back slightly, trying to envelop more of his touch. The sound of his voice deep agasint your skin sends a jolt of excitement through you. You love his voice.

His hands move possessively to grip the plush flesh of your hips, his strong hold keeping you to the motorcycle seat. Izana's touch sends a surge of desire through you, the sensation of his touch against yours is something you would never get bored with. 

"You think?" you say, swallowing that growing lump in your throat.

"Mhmm," he mumbles, his warm breath tickling your skin as his mouth leaves a trail of hot, lingering kisses. Starting from just below your ear, his lips move with deliberate slowness, tracing a path down towards your collarbones. Each kiss ignites a fire within you, causing a breathy sigh to escape your lips.

As his kisses descend, your body responds instinctively, arching slightly towards him, seeking more of his touch. The contrast between his warm mouth and the coolness of the air sends shivers down your spine. You knew you were in public and anyone could see you, but you couldn't care less. It's dark, no one can see both of you, right? Right? No one would dare look out their window from their apartments, right? 

"All needy," he remarks as his hands wander your body, skimming over your thighs, sending a shiver down your spine as you could feel how needy he was being as well, though he would never really show it. He traces a path under your skirt with his fingers, teasingly tugging at the thin material of your tights before tugging at the polyester. 

A gasp slips from your mouth as his other hand, his fingers dig into your thigh, which leaves a painful ache that you crave more of, his harsh touches you can't seem to get enough of. You hear a faint snapping noise, and you let out a sigh when you realise what he's done. 

"I just bought those, baby," you breathlessly say, your nails digging into the leather seat of the bike.

"I'll just buy you another pair," He replies, slightly panting as he lifts his head from your neck. You give a quick look down and see the marks of red and slight purple scattered across that side of your neck and chest.

Izana's lips, now exploring the other side of your neck, dip lower, and you let out a breathless moan at his increased pace. With each suction, he applies more force, and it leaves behind that painful ache. It was so intoxicating that you couldn't help but release your grip on the seat and instinctively clutch his jacket, pulling yourself closer to him.

As you pull him towards you, a low chuckle escapes his lips as he grips your thighs tighter. You feel his touch shift slightly, and you can feel his fingers graze your most sensitive area. You can feel how the tips of his fingers prod at your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. A whimper falls from your lips helplessly in response, a sound that betrays how much you are actually enjoying this, in public, on his motorcycle.

"You're a slut," Izana degrades agasint your ear, the words to nothing but make the heat in your lower abdomen grow.

"And whose fault is that?" you reply, grinding agasint the tips of his fingers. The combination of his lips on your neck and his fingers teasing your most intimate parts was making your mind go fuzzy with pleasure. 

As your underwear is shifted to the side, you can feel the cool air brush agasint your exposed heat. In response, you wrap your arm around Izana's neck, pulling him close and entangle your hand in his white hair, tugging on the pearly strands. With a gentle tug, you elicit a deep groan from him, the vibrations from his neck thrumming against your collarbone. 

Your other arm remains securely pressed against his chest, unwilling to let go. His fingers, now guided by his own hunger, venture further down, tracing a path along your slick slit. The touch is electrifying, causing you to tremble in his hold, your body responding to his every movement. A helpless whimper escapes your lips.

"Already so wet, such a needy slut," he remarks, his voice laced with a smug smirk against your skin. "We could get caught, you know... But I bet your slutty ass doesn't care one bit."

"You'll get caught to asshole," I manage to say breathily after a moan. 

As Izana's fingers push past your slick folds, a surge of pleasure courses through you, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. With a deliberate curl of his fingers, he finds your seeping hole, drenched with arousal, and plunges into your drenched cunt. 

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that leaves you unable to contain your moans. You press your lips against his shoulder, muffling the sounds that escape from deep within you, as you chant his name desperately, wanting him to give you so much more. Each movement, each stroke, sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body.

As you surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, his fingers curling up tight agasint the special spongey spot right below your cervix, making you cry out into his shoulder. Pleas of needing to cum leave your mout,h but he doesn't care, using your tear stuck face to keep trying to push you over the edge, not even caring if anyone could hear you let alone see you. 

Izana's fingers continue their relentless rhythm, pumping in and out of your seeping hole, the familiar coil of pleasure tightens inside your stomach. You wrap your shaky legs around him, trying to be closer as your body quivers. 

"Izana, please," you beg needily, "Please, I need it."

In response to your plea, he groans against your neck, his hips rutting agasint your thigh, trying to feel some relief to the pleasure you cause him. He begins to stimulate your clit with the pad of his thumb, adding another layer of pleasure to the already intense sensations. The touch is electrifying, causing you to arch your back in response.

"Beg," Izana groans, "Beg for it."

"Please, Izana," you sob as you grind your hips agasint his fingers, feeling his hard cock in his slacks press agasint your thigh, overwhelming you with pleasure as your stomach tightens, clit throbbing terribly as you wish to cum. "I can't take it anymore. I.. I need you... Please.. I need you to give it to me.. I'll do- whatever you want me to- please, baby."

"There we go," he breaths out humoured after letting out a light laugh, "You're so pathetic like this. God, I love you."

Waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving your legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the sensations. He slips his fingers from your hole, and you continue to tremble from the aftermath of the orgasm. You managed to release me from Izanas neck and move away from his hold. He dragged his tongue on the fingers that were drenched in your come, causing you to get embarrassed and pull yourself into his neck once more so he couldn't see the embarrassment on your face.

"You're feral," you hum agasint him, feigning disgust. "That's disgusting. Don't do that in front of me again."

"I've done a lot worse than-"

"Shut up," you retort, your embarrassment growing further.

"Whatever," he says, rolling his eyes. "Pull your skirt down so I can clean my bike. You're messy as fuck."

You gaze up to the apartment we were shortly staying at, and I see Ran sitting on the windowsill with crossed legs, taking puffs from his cigarette and looking down at both of you. The smirk was prominent on Ran's face. You know for sure he saw the whole thing. Fuck, you hope Izana doesn't find out about that. 

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The first time Izana and you had sex was the most mind blowing experience you have ever had. He had made sure you were all prepped for him, eating you out with his tongue, fingers nudged all deep into your soaked cunt, prodded right up against your soft spot.

This was before he had you moaning and whimpering tremendously under him while his thick and heavy cock was tucked all up in your gummy walls, your back arching heavily into him. As your cunt sucked him in while in missionary his thoughts were scattered to everything but missionary.

All Izana could think about was making sure he didn't flip you over on your knees, and pushing your upper back into the bed, to see your breasts splayed. Most of all, having your back in the meanest, painful arch so he can watch your dripping pussy swallow up his dick.

Izana wanted to pin your arms above your head while his would grip the fat of your hips as he slams into you, but he couldn't, he had to make sure your first with him wouldn't scare you off or hurt you too much.

But god... all he wanted to hear and see were your hot, fat tears running down your flushed cheeks as moans and gasps slip out of your swollen lips. Izana wanted to feel your thighs trembling as he pounds into you from behind, watching the cum form a foamy ring around the base of his cock.

Don't even get him started on how much he wanted to cum inside you for the first time, but he couldn't, he promised you he would never do so unless you wanted him to. He'd watch your hand s trying to pull themselves out of his iron grip but you couldn't, he wants you like this so you'll have to accept your fate, but as much as the roughness he was giving you...

you will love every single fucking second of it.

You cunt flutters and clenches at his cock so nicely it's hard for him to not imagine the fat globs of cum dripping out your folds, leaking down your thighs, his cum branding your pussy as his while he watching your hole gape as the both of you finish.

And the aftermath of all his sucks and bites from the back of your neck to your shoulders and upper back. Fuck, that's what he'd think. Izana goes feral for marking you, showing everyone that your his and his alone. A possessive man is what he is.

Yeah... that's what he was thinking during your first time... good thing there's another...

You've been here for a couple hours and Izana hasn't pressured you to do a single thing in the club. He knows that it's a dangerous place to be in when you're a woman, and being as sweet and pretty as you, he is not going to leave your side.

Izana doesn't mind staying seated with you on the red velvet longue because your all tucked up against him, his arm over your shoulder while he holds a glass of whiskey on the other. It's not hot or stuffy in here, in fact, it's quite chilly due to the air-con blasting on full, so Izana as donned his leather jacket around your shoulders.

The other members of Tenjiku where everywhere, on the dance floor, directly at the bar or flirting with the waitresses. The only people who weren't, were you and Izana who were watching from the VIP floor upstairs, along with Kakucho who was sitting on the couch horizontal from us to the side.

Kakucho wasn't really paying attention, he was quite engrossed on his phone. You wondered how he even got into the club, due to how he was fourteen going on fifteen, but Izana is quite influential and he follows Izana around everywhere.

However, you weren't paying attention to anything apart from Izana and the sensual music being blasted through the speakers. Your right leg was placed over Izana's left while his arm tightens around your shoulder and you sigh in contentment.

You know that Izana is possessive of you and his actions show that, he makes sure everybody knows who you belong to, so you'll always be safe. Although, there's been a thought running through your head the entire night, you'll nibble on your glosses bottom lip while fiddling with the hem of your short skirt.

Of course, Izana noticed the moment you started doing it, but he didn't want to pry you too much, simply just engaging in normal conversation with you. But, now? he really wants to know, you've been like this for hours and it's really riling him up.

He's motived how your cheeks flushed whenever you looked up directly up at him while speaking and he knows you have something you want to say, something dirty.

"What's with you, mahal? You've been acting strange all night," Izana hums after drinking the last of the whiskey in the crystal glass before he places it down on the table, his head moving to face yours.

You shake your head quickly, placing a hand on his exposed chest as your curl over into him and you instantly regret doing that because his toned upper body looks really good. Especially in a button down black shirt which was buttoned down quite a bit.

"It’s nothing! I’m fine," you protest with a gentle smile.

Izana lets a smirk cross his lips as his hand squeezes your waist every now and then, his purple iris' glint in satisfaction when he sees you beginning to unravel. "You're a terrible liar, mahal. Spill it."

You take a deep breath while gazing down, looking away from him. "It’s just... there’s something I want to ask, but it’s kind of... embarrassing."

"Oh? Embarrassing?" he teases, lips grazing just below your ear and your heart begins to pound in your chest. "You've really got me curious now."

"It’s not a big deal or anything! I just thought... maybe you could—" you stop mid-sentence, you bury your face into the side of his chest. "Never mind, it’s stupid."

Izana leans back into the soft velvet, and he cups your chin, amusement is evident on his face, specifically his lips, he is enjoying this. "Don't do that, baby. Tell me. Whatever it is, I promise I won't laugh."

But the way he said he wouldn't laugh made you believe otherwise. "I was wondering if... if you could... give me a hickey."

Izana blinks in shock for a few moments, you've never been this forward with him, it's always Izana guessing what you want and 10 times out of 10 he is correct. However, this was a shock to him.

"A hickey, huh?" he replies, his voice low as he whispers sensually in your ear. "So... that's what's been going through that pretty head of yours."

"I just thought it might be... I mean, I trust you, and... I’ve never had one before," you stumble over your words, trying to keep your composure but the way you are pressed so tightly against him and how hot is breath is to your skin... "But if you think it’s dumb, I—"

Izana cuts you off with a soft chuckle, his hand tilting your chin up so you can meet his gaze. "You think I’d let you ask me something like that and call it dumb?" his voice still in that teasing tone. "If you want one, mahal, I’ll make sure you never forget it."

"R-Right here?" you ask in disbelief. "Maybe we should wait until we get-"

You cut yourself off when you see the look in Izana's eyes, primal and need. It makes sense, this will be the most he has ever done with you and he's going feral, he's going to mark you up, everyone will know who you belong to and that you're taken.

A shaky breath leaves your mouth while butterflies stir in your tummy and lower abdomen. He's sitting there studying every square inch of your body, purple eyes gazing over your neck, your flushed cheeks.

Izana's fingers lightly trace your jawline, sending shivers throughout your body. This did nothing to quench the arousal you felt pooling in your underwear.

"You're so nervous, mahal," he coos in a low voice, his thumb playing with your bottom lip. "You asked for this, didn't you?"

You nod, your breath hitching as he leans closer, his warm breath fanning against your neck. He chuckles softly, and the sound is smooth.

Izana's lips touch your below your ear trailing to the dip of your neck before slowly trailing back up and you knew he could feel your heart pounding beneath your flesh. And he could, he was resisting the urge to take you right there and then on the couch, but he couldn't, he's promised himself to take it slow, just for you.

"Relax," he hums. "I'll take care of you, mahal."

He presses his lips against the side of your neck, soft at first, leaving a trail of kisses as he searches for the perfect spot. When he finds it—you whimper—just below your ear—he smirks against your skin before pressing harder, his lips tugging gently as his teeth graze the surface.

The sensation makes you gasp, you breath so heavily in his ear, whimpers mingling in, your hands instinctively gripping the fabric of his shirt.

Izana’s grin widens, his voice dropping to a whisper. "That’s it. Just stay still for me, mahal."

He works slowly, almost lazily, his lips and tongue leaving warmth and a faint ache that makes your head spin. He pulls back briefly, his eyes flicking to the mark before he leans in kissing your neck around the red mark gently while squeezing your thigh.

Your cheeks are flushed red and your heart continues to beat fast, not slowing down. Izana cups your jaw, tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze.

"Perfect. Now you have something to show off that your mine" he murmurs before his eyes flutter shut and place a kiss to your lips, pulling away he smirks gently.

You can’t meet his gaze, your face burning, and he chuckles, pulling you closer so you’re tucked against his chest.

"You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?" Izana chuckles. A few moments pass before he begins to stroke your hair down and he leans his head down to your ear. "But don’t get shy now, mahal. I’m not done with you yet. I'm thinking about all the things I'm going to say to you, what I'm going to do to you when we get home."

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