Birthday Request Event
"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"
Gift Details ♥
Reader: cis fem!reader
Character: Izou
Kink: #3, #5, #15 (implied)
Prompt: #2 "Did I tell you to stop?"
Gift Giver: @mindlesschicca
Summary: Your own bratty behavior got you just what you wanted - Izou's attention, but now maybe you're regretting it. Just a little.
Content Notes: Fingering, Couple good spanks, forced orgasms, use of a mirror because it seemed to fit to me, lots of pet names from Izou (pet, oni, sweet one), dirty talk, little sweetness in there, vaginal sex.
This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB
You squirmed. The heat rushing through your body was enough to make you dizzy, but the fact that you were working on the third orgasm probably had more to do with it. The sheen of sweat on your body shimmered in the low light of the room.
Izou’s chest was against your back, his eyes locked on yours from the reflection in the mirror. Your legs were spread wide, knees draped on either side of his thighs, and his thighs were open wide. All the better to see you, he had said at the beginning of this.
“I-Izou,” you gasp as the third orgasm starts to threaten to overtake you.
“Yes, my sweet pet?” He murmurs, voice sinking into you. “Don’t stop, you’re doing so well.”
“I ca-can’t… please, I can’t cum ah-again.” You plead, tears welling in your eyes.
Izou’s hand grasps your throat, holding your head against his shoulder. “You begged for my attention, pleaded shamelessly in front of the others, and then dared to grumble at me when I was busy.” He admonishes you. “Now you’re complaining?”
His voice is low and sweet, almost tender despite the commanding tone. His other hand grabs your nipple and twists it roughly when your fingers falter. You hiss and moan at the stinging pleasure.
“Did I tell you to stop sweet one? We were just discussing how you simply must continue.” He almost growls the words, his hand slipping over yours. “One more, little devil, and I’ll give you what you’ve been begging for.”
Izou’s hips shift and you can feel his straining erection poking into your lower back.
“Once more now. Work that sopping, tight, cunt into a frenzy for me.” He whispers into your ear, looking at you via the mirror’s reflection as pleasure and exhaustion make your vision go hazy.
“That’s it, my precious oni, cum for me,” he coos the encouragement into your ear as your body tenses and arcs against him. “There you go, such a good slut, just like that.” The words are said tenderly, his fingers taking over as your hand gives out and he helps you ride out the last few twitches.
Izou kisses the side of your neck, hands wandering over your body as he gives you a minute to come down from your most recent high. With a little prompting and a lot of assistance, he gets you turned around so you’re facing him.
You slump into his chest a bit, heart thundering, small rivulets of sweat slipping down your body. He hadn’t even filled you up yet, and you were already too worn out to be bratty. Not that you had meant to truly be bratty earlier, you knew Izou was busy, but your intended jest had come out snarkier than you had meant.
After that you just kind of leaned into it out of habit.
Izou’s rock hard erection pushes against your sopping, sensitive pussy, and starts to push in easily. It’s little wonder, you’re soaked from three orgasms, but even so you gasp and grab onto him. Izou’s not long – long enough, sure – but he’s so aggravatingly thick. No matter how wet you are, or how much he teases you, there’s always an almost alarming feeling of being forced open.
“-Zou… Izou!” You gasp. Your legs are already shaking, and you can’t even try to struggle against him as his hands guide your hips down onto his length further.
“Yes, my tight little oni?” He inquires, his eyes focused on your descent for a moment before he catches your desperate gaze. “Is my sweet one going to cum just from this?” He hums the question, bucking his hips upward as he slams you down to meet them, burying himself as deep as he can.
You scream pleasure and surprise into his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. Izou’s hand comes down sharply on your ass, pulling another whimpered moan from your addled brain.
“Hnnng-haaaa,” the deep shivering groan falls from your lips as you catch your breath. “Fuck me,” you swear absently.
“That is the plan,” Izou teases, before he helps you reposition a little. “Lean back, yes, just like that, one hand on my knee to steady yourself. I want to see you. Ah, no, you only need one hand to steady yourself.” He says, grabbing your dominant hand and putting it back on your clit.
“I haven’t yet told you to stop.” He purrs the words, hands back on your hips as he steadies you against his thrusts.
“I-Izou, puh-please,” you gasp, your fingers working against your abused clit, as he sends strong rushes of pleasure into your body with every easy movement.
“Certainly, you can cum one more time. Especially now that you’re filled as you had desired earlier?” He leans back and holds your hips as he begins to roughly thrust up into you. The pace bounces your tits and forces panting breaths out of you as pleasure builds up for the fourth time.
“Tell me, (Y/N), tell me you love this.” He demands, hands grabbing your ass cheeks harshly before he smacks them, pushing in deep and grinding you against him for a moment.
“Love it, I love you!” You gasp. You can feel his body tense for a second before he’s pulling you to his chest, arms around his shoulders, hips thrusting into your exhausted body as he brings you close to your fourth orgasm.
“I know, my love, I know.” His voice quivers slightly. “Cum for me, little oni.”
With Izou holding onto you, you barely squirm, your tired body flexing in shaky twitches. Your nails dig into Izou’s back, your guttural moan of forced pleasure sinking into his skin.
“There we go.” His voice comes out breathy and you feel the few last erratic thrusts before he’s twitching inside you. The action causes a soft contented sigh to escape your lips, and you enjoy the moment’s respite.
Izou kisses you softly, moving out from under you as he lets you sink into the soft bed. Gentle hands caress your shivering limbs, and his long hair tickles your body as he kisses your salty, sweat-covered skin. He praises you softly, for a job well done as he tends to you, and you can feel your body relaxing into a well-earned rest.
“Ah, but I just remembered.” He says so kindly into your ear. “You insinuated I was old, five times, little oni.” He purrs, the tip of his twitching cock pressing against your slit. “I believe I’m owed –
One ~
~ More
Apology ♥.”
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