#izana kurokawa oneshot

[nana-mania]

“SPOILED” he loves being spoiled by his rich girlfriend

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff

࿐*ೃ tw : cursing

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ "IS IT JUST me or has Izana been acting odd lately?"

Kakucho spoke up, breaking the silence between him and the Brutal Generation, as well as the executives of Tenjiku. He was unable to contain his curiosity much longer. He pondered in his mind all the time; whether the others noticed this subtle change in Izana.

"Izana has always been unhinged, Kakucho. Since when he's not acting odd?" Ran casually remarked, finding his question strange. "You know him personally much more than we do. Surely, we can't give you any answers even if you demand one from us." Rindou added.

"What's so odd about Izana anyway?" Shion asked, his brain still trying its hardest to discern the meaning behind Kakucho's inquiry. "If you are talking about how he has been hanging out a lot on his own, I personally don't think it's strange." Kanji stated whilst he munched on a mochi.

"You know him. He doesn't like it when we question his actions." Muto advised, patting the younger male's broad back to reassure him. "I know, but...ahh, there is just something off about him. I can't get it out of my mind unless I figure it out." Kakucho argued, persistently staying true to himself.

"My gut feeling is too strong for me to ignore it... Alright, that's it. I'm going out to check on Izana. He went out to the city again today. You guys wanna tag along?" Kakucho offered invitation to the rest of the executives. Shion, Kanji and Muto were unsure. They didn't want to dig their own grave.

But the two Haitanis thought otherwise. They were thrilled by the idea of spying on Izana during his casual stroll in the city. They might discover something unbelievable.

"We are coming along~" Ran agreed to Kakucho's invitation, his hand resting on top of Rindou's head. Rindou wore a wide grin on his face, excited by the adventure they were about to experience. It could be a death wish but who cares! Life wasn't fun without taking risk.

Seeing two of them agreeing to this maniacal, suicide-borderline plan, Kanji, Shion and Muto sighed defeatedly and eventually agreed to Kakucho as well. Delighted by their cooperation, he smiled at the older males happily.

"Alright, let's go now!"

Meanwhile, in the city, Izana was strolling in a clothing store with you, browsing the various clothes and shoes sold in the store in complete silence. There was no way he would want to buy them as most the stuffs he wanted was overpriced.

His amethyst-hued eyes suddenly landed on a pair of shoes. He stared long at the said shoes, as if he was attracted to them. He was unaware of how long he was fixing his gaze at the footwear. Noticing his behavior, you smiled at him and picked up the shoes he secretly wished to have.

Shocked by your action, Izana looked at you in disbelief. "No, not again." He opposed your idea. He knew you too well; you were planning to buy the shoes for him. But you shook your head and brought the shoes along as you and your boyfriend made your way to the store clerk.

"Yes, again. I told you, just buy anything you want. I can pay for the goods."

"You're always spoiling me."

"And I love doing that. Especially spoiling you."

Izan smiled softly at you, his one and only girlfriend. To be honest, he didn't know you were from a wealthy family until he went on a first date with you. It was astonishing to figure out this interesting fact about you.

Izana reached out his hand and held your hand warmly. "That's why I love you so much, mahal." He whispered seductively into your ear, tightening his hold on your hand. Your cheeks heated up upon hearing his attractive voice. God, you always had a thing for voice. Hearing a sexy voice like his made you weak in the knees. "I love you too, sweetie."

You paid for the shoes much to Izana's happiness. He never, never even once asked you to spoil him with your wealth. You willingly did it for him and he appreciated it so much. Even though he couldn't buy any expensive gifts like you did, you adored every single thing he did or give to you as presents.

You weren't a picky and judgmental girl.

"So, where should we go now?"

"Mahal, I'm hungry. Can we stop by KFC?"

"Sure! And you better keep your wallet in your pocket. Today's date is on me."

"But..."

"No buts. I invited you to the date so I have the rights to spoil you."

Izana chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. You were persistently stubborn when it came to this topic. It was no surprise to know you hated being the spoiled one during date. Only on rare occasion, you would let him pay during the date.

"If you say so, mahal." Izana leaned in to kiss your forehead. Your face went ablaze, delighted by his soft kiss. That was right, this was what you wanted. Receiving rewards in the form of physical touched everytime you spoiled him. Izana was the best when it came to showing love through physical touch.

Hooking your arm with his, you and Izana walked out of the clothing store as he flirted with you, effortlessly causing warmth to spread across your cheeks.

"After this...wanna come over to my place to chill, mahal?" Izana whispered flirtatiously into your ear. You could practically hear the smirk in his teasing voice as his arm found its way to snake around your waist. "I love to reward you for all the treats and spoiling...you deserve so much from me."

"Eager much, aren't you? I'm always up for it. I love to be spoiled by you later."

"Thought you hated being coddled by me, mahal."

"Your "spoiling" is different and that's why I love it."

The warmth in your cheeks kept rising up. You could never stop flirting with Izana when he started making his move. He would continue whispering sweet nothings until you overheated.

Unbeknownst to the couple, a group of curious delinquents were spying on them with the youngest having his jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief.

"I-Izana...since when did he— has a partner?" Kakucho gasped, his mouth agape wide open. Shion, Muto, Kanji, Ran and Rindou were left speechless as well. Izana, never once, showed the slightest bit interest in relationship considering that man hated "troublesome burden". Hence, seeing him all sweet with a girl was a miracle. This fact might take a while to be embedded into their brain.

"Let's go follow them. I need to confirm again—"

Much to Kakucho's misfortune, Rindou unintentionally slipped and brutally pushed Kakucho out of their hiding spot. Due to panic, all of them left the alleyway to help Kakucho and Rindou to get back on their feet.

Of course, this led to their downfall.

Thanked to the chaos, Izana and you were drawn to take a look. The Tenjiku leader was displeased to find his executives all hoarded together. He figured out right away that they were spying on him.

"You know them?" You asked, curious of his sudden change of facial expression. You were still linking your arm with his. Izana's face scrunched with irritation, aggravated by their rude interruption. You knew Izana was involved in gang activities but you had never found out that he was the leader of his own gang.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?!" Izana yelled at his exeuctives. His roaring voice sent shivers down to their spine. He untangled his arm from your hold, dangerously walking toward the other elite delinquents of his gang. Shion was on the verge of tears, fearing for his life and safety.

"S-Shit, run! RUN! FUCKING RUN!!" Shion, being the most coward among all of them, made a run from Izana's wrath. Izana ignored the others as they were already frozen on their spots so he began chasing after Shion, catching up with his speed easily.

"Wait, you fucker! I'm gonna fucking kill you for interrupting my date!!"

The small chaos somehow turned into a big calamity as Shion, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Muto and Kanji now needed to face Izana's rage.

While you just stood there all confused but enjoyed the evening drama nonetheless.

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[airbendertendou]

PRETTY PLEASE! ♥︎ izana kurokawa

synopsis : izana realizes today is indeed a special day for tenjiku’s baby and will do whatever he can to make you happy.

song inspo ; birthday by selena gomez

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He’d noticed. All day, Izana had noticed a particular tenderness each member of Tenjiku carried when you were around. Which wasn’t really unusual — they’d all had a soft spot named Y/N that they spoiled and watched over.

Ran had smiled gently at you as he watched you ramble, leaving with a kiss to your cheek. Rindou had carried bags for you, insisting even when you told him they weren’t heavy and you could do it yourself. Even Sanzu had tapped your arm lightly, handing you a brown take-out bag that held your favorite cookie inside.

Wisteria colored eyes narrowed — what was going on? What was the special occasion? Tenjiku members were gentle with you, yes, but never had they gone to this extent. Especially not everyone in the same day.

Izana’s eyes widened — he’s so stupid.

You were new. Well, newer than the other gang members. But it didn’t take long for everyone to crowd around you, fretting and almost mothering as they ruffled your hair or fixed your uniform so it was against your skin just right. You were their baby — Tenjiku’s prettiest and most loved member.

And Izana wasn’t immune to that softness. He, too, found himself hovering over you and keeping a watchful eye on your every move. Extra pieces of food were slid your way; an extra lackey or two following you around in their red uniforms. Kakucho had even been assigned to walk you home as one of his must do duties.

It hadn’t been long since you joined, but the red-clad gang seemed to be there for your every beck and call.

That’s why Izana couldn’t believe how careless he’d been — how absent-minded of him to just brush off todays date like it was nothing. But, it was everything — you were everything.

“Y/N,” Izana called out to you as the meeting was dismissed. Perking up at his voice, you watched as he motioned you over with a nod of his head. Scowling down at you, Izana let out a sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”

Tilting your head and letting your hair fall in your face, you puffed up your cheeks. “I didn’t think it was important, my king.”

“It’s just us,” he frowned. A tanned hand twirled a strand of your hair before tucking it behind your ear. Hesitatingly, Izana let his hand fall back to his side limply. “You know you don’t have to use that title.”

“Okay, boss.”

“Y/N.”

“Sorry, ‘zana,” you let out a small giggle. The white haired boy let out a sigh, his shoulders drooping and body relaxing at your name for him. Your eyes sparkled when you looked at him — they always did, and it always made Izana’s confidence waver. “You’re staring.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice softened, a stiff hand coming to rest on your arm. He squeezed your bicep before letting his hand drop again. You had the urge to just take control since he seemed to be fighting himself so much.

You puffed up your cheeks again, letting out a hum in thought. “Didn’t think it was important, honestly.”

“It’s your birthday.” He softened. A tentative touch on your cheek causes you to meet his eyes, watching as they brewed with a storm of emotions. You melt into his touch with a small hum — Izana finds it harder to breathe as you nuzzle into his touch. “Your birthday — of course it’s important.”

“It’s jus’ another Tuesday,” you shrugged. Izana drops his hand again, a determined look coming onto his face. You frown at his lack of touch, wanting nothing more than to grab his hand again and never let it go.

“C’mon,” he grabs ahold of your left hand, beginning to walk away without another word. “Going to at least get you somethin’ sweet today.”

“I know somethin’ sweet that I want.” You stop in your tracks, causing Izana to freeze as well. Biting your lip, you decide to take a chance and speak your mind. Tugging the hand that was connected to his, you brought Izana a little closer to you. “Not in stores though.”

He tilted his head in confusion, lavender eyes looking at you in question. Pulling on his fingers again, you didn't let up until he was standing directly in front of you. Izana let out a small “oh,” as your gaze stayed glued to his lips.

“What do you want, pretty? Tell me." He was teasing you — Izana held a mocking smirk to his lips, but he wasn't being malicious. You frowned anyways, allowing the white haired boy to grip onto your hip wth his left hand.

“Be nice to me, s’my birthday.” Your voice held a small whine to it as you looked up at him. Izana's smirk grew into a grin at the sound, admiration and desire clouding over his eyes. You let out a huff, resting your chin on his chest before softening your voice.  “Please, ‘zana? Wan’ a kiss.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He unlatches your twined fingers to place his hand on your cheek, his thumb on one side as his other fingers crowd the opposite side. Squishing your cheeks so that your lips were puffed up in a fish face. Izana placed one, two, five small pecks to your smooshed lips before he grinned down at you again.

"More?" You could only ask, pretty eyes spakling up at him as you struggled to speak with his hold on your cheeks. Izana hummed, his nose brushing against yours before he let out a sigh.

“Pretty baby,” he murmured against your mouth before melting against it again. Moving so his thumb joined his other fingers, Izana now cupped your face properly. Occassionally, his left hand would squeeze your hip when he noticed you getting a little too eager in the kisses. "Calm down, baby. Have all day."

"Well, well, well," a familiar voice broke through the hideout. Stepping back fom each other only slightly, you and Izana turned to see the top members of Tenjiku. Ran was the one who spoke, a smirk on his lips as he absentmindedly twirled one of his braids. "Just what are we looking at here?"

"Ran!"

"Shut up."

"Aye, aye, King," Rindou joined in on his brother's teasing. Gesturing to Kakucho — whose cheeks were flushed — and the box he was carrying, Rindou smiled kindly at you. "Birthday cake for the birthday baby."

"Boss' baby, it seems."

"Not another word, Haitani," Izana spoke through gritted teeth. His embarrassment was obvious as heat sprinkled across his ears and cheeks. You smooched his jawline quickly, running to catch up with Mucho and Sanzu. Kakucho caught his friend's attention with a grin and tilt of his head. Izana rolled his eyes, "I know, I know. About time I made a move, huh?"

Kakucho's answering snicker echoed throughout the hideout as they sat around the meeting table there. You clapped softly as they sang happy birthday to you, smile reflecting the sparkling candles Ran insisted you'd love. [You did.] Sanzu sliced the cake, giving the biggest slice to you.

And before you could sit in the seat beside Mucho, Izana pulled you onto his lap. One arm stayed wound around your waist as the other held his fork, picking at his slice of cake. You were perched there happily, turning to face Izana and give him small kisses around his face whenever you could. Izana returned each and every kiss, sighing contently into your hair.

Ran would continue to tease to every once and a while, but he was so happy that the two of you were finally together — they all were.

——♥︎—— ill start working / posting requests soon! for now, take this v self indulent izana thing. happy birthday to me! <3 thank you for reading, ♥︎

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[itjazzbicch]

His Princess

Pairing: Timeskip!Izana Kurokawa x Fem Reader

First time writing for Izana, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Always being Izana's princess with a bit of attitude made some others dislike the reader, one in particular, being their own in Kisaki, and when Izana overhears Kisaki's tone with the reader, she helps take away his dark temptations...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Izana is protective of the reader, swearing, flashback (it is italicized!) Pet names (baby, princess, prince) Kakucho also calls the reader princess, Oral M!receiving, face fucking, praise.

Word Count: 1.1k

“Kakucho, be a doll and bring me a drink. I am still working on this file.”

“Sure, princess.”

Kakucho was always a sweetheart, getting my favorite drink while I sat at our meeting table with Kisaki, all of us waiting for Izana to arrive.

“Really?” Kisaki scoffed under his breath, thinking I couldn’t hear, “Someone’s been a princess for way too long.”

Kisaki and I never liked each other. I knew his true nature and was always watching to ensure he wouldn’t cross Izana. The feeling was mutual, and when we had the chance to express it, we did.

“Love to burst your bubble, Kisaki,” I said loudly, giggling and winking, “That’s never going to change.”

“I don’t know what Izana sees in you,” Rolling his eyes, he always thought he was above everyone, still trying to belittle me, “You hold him down.”

“Only in the bedroom,” I laughed, silenced but smiling as Izana came in with Kakucho. Kisaki did not realize he was even there, standing behind his chair.

“You’re such a bi-“ Before his curse could slip from his lips, he felt Izana’s presence, pupils expanding as Izana urged:

“Go on, Kisaki. Finish your sentence.”

It took my all not to laugh; instead, sipping the drink Kakucho brought me, both of us watching Kisaki stutter:

“I-“

“Hold me down, huh?” The way Izana smiled was frightening, leaning down to his face and reminding him, “If not for her, you’d be dead.”

The way his violet eyes burned turned my amusement into admiration; Izana continued to stand up for me:

“She is a pillar in our organization. You will treat my princess with respect.”

“Of course, my apologies.” Looking away from Izana, he was still burning with anger as bubbles formed in my drink from my lips.

I knew when Izana was fighting dark thoughts, his hand twitching as he turned towards the door, leaving the room without words about the meeting.

“Are we still having- “

“It’s okay, Kakucho,” Standing up, I was heading out the door, instructing, “Just give us a few minutes.”

“We’ll be here,” Kakucho nodded, sitting and letting me go handle Izana, as we were the two closest to him.

I knew I’d find him in his office. Knocking gently, I poked my head, hoping my smile would help:

“Sweetie? Are you busy?”

“No,” He mumbled, sitting back in his chair, facing the windows and looking into the city.

Looking at his reflection in the window, his eyes showed he wasn’t there, lost in a memory I knew well.

-------

“You want to play princess?”

“Yeah! Can we? You and Kakucho can be princes if you want, hehe!”

Dancing in the snow, they weren’t so fond of the idea till I started building in the snow:

“We can make a snow castle! C’mon!”

“Okay, princess,” Kakucho giggled, finding the idea goofy but helping with the snow castle.

Those violet eyes lit up as Izana joined us, next to me, smiling as he started to help:

“We’ll make you the best castle, princess!”

-----

Ever since that day, Izana and Kakucho have called me princess. After growing up, merging Tenjiku and then controlling Toman, Izana made me his actual princess, and he was my prince.

“I appreciate you, Izana,” I cooed, carefully sitting in his lap, toying with his earring, “Don’t let Kisaki anger you. Nothing about us will change. You know that.”

“I know,” He whispered, still consumed by his thoughts, till I purred in his ear:

“We still have that meeting, but let me take care of you before that so you can focus. Is that okay with you, my prince?”

“Take care of me how?” He knew what I was planning but wanted to hear me say it.

“I know the perfect way,” Nibbling his ear, I started palming his bulge, rubbing the outline of his hardening cock, "And you certainly deserve it.”

“You sweet thing,” He chuckled, tongue darting across his lip as I kissed his cheek, falling to my knees between his legs.

“Only for you,” I smiled back, keeping our eyes locked as I unzipped his pants, freeing his cock and stroking, placing soft kisses against his shaft as he grew as hard as a rock.

“Don’t keep me waiting now, princess,” He hissed, already tugging at my hair as I licked up to his tip, swirling before flicking at his slit:

“I got you, baby.”

“Ahhh,” He exhaled, already relieved from my lips sucking in his tip, stroking his extra length slowly, humming at the taste of his pre, beginning to bob when I felt his hand on my head.

Watching with his head back and eyes squinted, he took away my hand, pushing my head down and reminding me, “I know you can swallow all of it.”

Looking through my lashes, his head fell further back when I deep-throated his cock, picking my head back up and swallowing him down to the back of my throat in an instant.

“Ahh, yeah. That’s my princess, hmmm.”

There was always this wildness I felt with Izana, fucking my throat hard on his cock. His nails grazed my scalp, taking a tight grip as I bobbed up and down so quickly, more pre leaking as he jittered out the groans in his chest.

Gagging a little on the last bob, I pulled back but made sure to keep stroking his wet cock, seeing his vein twitching, sucking his aching balls as I took that time to catch my breath.

“Sit up,” He commanded, and I did so obediently, sitting back on my calves, tongue sticking out as he stood up, slapping his cock against my tongue, “Be good for me and stay still while I fuck that pretty face, ‘kay?”

“Of course,” I smiled, latching to his thighs as he pulled my head upright by my hair, shoving his cock back down my throat, using me like a toy.

I loved when he let loose like this, smiling even with tears in my eyes as he bucked his hips, thrusting his cock as deep down my throat as he could.

“Such a good girl. Such a good girl, grr-“ His eyes shut tight, huffing as his cock started to throb in my throat, “Always doing such a good job.”

Keeping my lips tight, he slowed to still, eyes heavy but finding mine in a haze, humming again as his cum poured into my mouth, grinning as I swallowed every bit.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I gasped as he pulled me off of him, my tongue licking up the bit of cum that oozed from his tip, leaving a kiss behind and batting my lashes at him, “Feeling better?”

“I feel something,” He chuckled, looking at the time and fixing himself, offering his hand to me, “Let’s get the meeting started, princess.”

“Yes,” Holding his hand and standing, we returned to the meeting room, smiling like a spoiled brat at Kisaki as we entered.

“One more thing,” Izana stopped at his seat, squeezing my ass before I could take mine, whispering to me, “As soon as this is over, I’m going to fuck you so good.”

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

The Idol's Lovers — Bathroom

Pairings: Izana x reader

Warnings: Dom male!reader, bodyguard!reader, sub Idol!Izana, semi-public sexual acts, masturbation, brief oral + cum swallowing, smut within smut

Summary: An hour before one of his performances, Izana scrolls on social media out of boredom. Amongst the fan art, fancams, memes, and gif sets; a few particular posts catch the white-haired idol's attention. He is unable to stop his growing arousal and ducks away into a staff bathroom to take care of his 'problem'.

“Ah-! Mmph-! ” Muffled moans echo inside of the cheaply lit room, accompanying slick sounds as the idol's hand vigorously pumps his dick.

"Izana's back arched while the tall man behind him pounded his virgin hole, slamming his cheek against the wall hard enough to bruise. — The larger man forced his fat cock inside Izana's tight ass. The bratty idol came immediately; his cock dripped with milky cum, making a mess on the dressing room floor. — The two bodyguards stuffed his holes, stretching him to his limit. Their cocks unloaded inside of his warm throat and tight ass simultaneously; rendering the spoiled idol useless as he became addicted to their rough treatment and endless loads of cum."

These were the stories that coaxed the young man into jacking off in the dingy bathroom. With his shirt rolled up and clamped between his teeth, soaking the fabric in drool, and his back pressed into the wall — Izana held his phone with one hand; scrolling back to the parts of the fanfiction that caused his dick to twitch and ooze more precum. His other hand never left his hard cock as he fucked into his fist with urgency.

The burn from staring at his phone screen became more obvious, bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. He was glued to the screen — addicted to the filthy prose that his fans wrote about him.

-

“Where the hell did he go now...” You muttered to yourself. Receiving concerned glances from the other staff members as your heavy, rushed footsteps passed by. His input is required for these last few details of the lighting and he's nowhere to be found, once again...

Pulling your phone from your back pocket with a huff, you checked the app that showed you Izana's location — it was your idea for him to install it. Only you, Izana, and his other most trusted bodyguard, Kakucho, were privy to using this app amongst each other. No one else was allowed to keep tabs on the idol the same way that his personal guards were allowed.

“Found you, ya little shit.” You whispered, annoyed at spending precious time on a wild goose chase.

-

A picture perfect image of desperation — Izana's head tipped back, pressing into the tile wall almost uncomfortably, while his wrist twisted with every stroke. He wasn't even trying to be quiet anymore; loud, yet still muffled by his shirt, moans filled the room. Sweaty, nearly crying, and out of breath, the beloved idol was seconds away from an orgasm–

The loud bang from the door hitting the wall startled Izana; hips stuttering intensely while his pretty eyes widened.

“...Really?” Was the only word you were able to muster right now. Just, really? His fans were out there screaming and cheering for him and he's jerking off in a gross toilet?

A pathetic whimper pulled your full attention towards Izana, who hadn't slowed down his movements, mind you. His big, teary eyes wordlessly begged for anything to push him over the edge; to give him the release that he so desperately needed right now...

Without thinking, you marched over. Crouching down in front of Izana's trembling form, “Mr. Kurokawa,” you said sternly, and with a twinge of annoyance laced into your tone, “if you stay in here any longer you will be late.”

Using one strong hand to hold the idol's wrist away from his leaking cock, and the other to grip his exposed waist, you took all of Izana into your mouth at once. The taste of his precum hit you immediately, it's flavour rather strong seeing as there was so much of it used to lube up his cock. This doesn't deter you, however. You bob your head along the idol's length with the help of his wetness, expertly wringing an overwhelming orgasm out of him.

Izana cries, bucking his hips roughly against your face, forcing his dick further into your mouth and kissing the back of your throat with his tip — cumming inside with a groan.

Some of his cum lingers in your mouth even after he pulls out; it tastes stronger than his precum. It clings to the insides of your cheeks and coats your tongue in a thin film.

“Hah...now then, y-you need to get your ass back out there and talk to the lighting crew.” You said in between breaths. Izana was slightly dazed from the intense pleasure, needing to be dragged out of the room by his arm. “Honestly Mr. Kurokawa...like a horny teenager sometimes...”

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[milky-mink]

Nanny

Yandere Izana with a Nanny Darling

Disclaimer: Middle-aged but DILF Izana

TW: Yandere, Manipulation, Drugging, Somnophilia, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Mind Break

You anxiously looked over your wristwatch for the seventh time as you waited for the bus to stop at your place. “Come on, I don’t want to be late, '' you thought as you looked over again to the road. There was no vehicle in sight; you then grumbled under your breath. You’ve woken up early and got dressed and even set extra timers for this day. You really couldn’t afford to lose this job since it was the only one that offered excellent pay, and it had employment benefits such as vacation days, extra pay, and even dental plans, which is a far cry compare to your previous jobs, even those that had a decent salary but had a terrible working time and fewer employment benefits. But even then, you really can’t enjoy it because you have somehow gotten fired so suddenly by your employer.

Ever since you graduated from college, it's been hard to get a job or stay there for a long time. Hell, you’ve even tried to apply at a fast-food joint, but you still got rejected, saying that you were overqualified for the job and that it would be a hassle to pay you. That is why you are desperate to arrive on time for this job. Because of your bad luck with your employment, you had been struggling with your budget for months and if you bust this job, your landlord might as well kick you out due to your overdue payment in your apartment. 

And you feared that happening since you really didn’t have any family member to take you in, much less a close friend that would do it for you. If you couldn’t keep this job, you were surely going to be homeless next week. 

As you mulled over your terrible situation, you suddenly heard a bus coming your way, which snapped you out of your train of thought. “Oh, finally,” you thought as you waited for the bus to stop at your station. When the bus door opened, you quickly entered the vehicle and paid the toll on the machine near the bus driver. Seeing that you are the only one at the station, the bus driver quickly closed the door and drove off to the next bus stop. As you sit on the chair, you quickly pull up your phone and check again on the address that you were going to work at. The place is in Minato Ward in Tokyo, even though you are from Nerima, which is a little farther if you consider the distance of the wards. Despite that, a thirty-minute train ride would be a slight inconvenience to you compared to a lifetime of regret if you don’t take this job, which you desperately need right now. 

When the bus finally stopped at the train station, you swiftly exited the bus and entered the train station. You then pull out your phone, which had your IC card on its back, which thankfully still had some balance on it. You then quickly swipe it on the turnstile and run on the platform to wait for the train, to your luck is arriving shortly at the train station. When the train car’s doors open, you shoved yourself into the small crowd who are entering the train. Even though the train is quite packed with passengers, you thankfully found a spot to sit on and relax until you’ve arrived at your stop, which is about thirty minutes if you estimated the time. It would be very painful for your feet if you had to stand for half an hour in the same place.

 As you wait for your stop, you pull out your phone again and read the job that you are going to have. It is basically becoming a nanny for a single father that lived alone with his son. Apparently, your employer, Mister Kurokawa, wanted to hire a nanny who has a college degree that involves working with younger children. Luckily for you, you just got your degree in early childhood education last year. Honestly, it was god-sent when you found this job ad while scrolling down through countless job sites on your phone, and it was a miracle when you were quickly accepted by your employer after sending your application online for just a few hours of sending it to them. Honestly, you thought that your employer would not even look at your application. You were just a fresh college graduate with little experience. Don’t even ask about your job history, which is a mess itself. Your job requirement is simple really: take care of the child as best as you can while simultaneously stimulating his capacity for learning and mobility. Which is the usual requirement for most of your previous jobs already. Your employer also sent you information that involves his son. He’s eight months old and dubbed ‘high maintenance’ by his father endearingly. His baby is very dexterous for his age and drinks more milk than a normal baby.

The baby was also very touchy especially to those who they have bonded with the most, which was very usual for babies his age. Mister Kurokawa had also sent you a few pictures of his baby, which were very adorable. Some of them were his baby wearing various colorful onesies, while others were him getting fed by him or his baby doing baby things. It made you hopeful of staying on the job for a long time, or at least a few years, since you are going to teach and raise his baby for quite a long time, and you can finally use your degree in something that you are really passionate about, which was a win-win situation for you honestly. Even if your situation is finally looking up, dread still lingers in your mind, since you have a sequence of bad luck on jobs. What if this also applies to your current one? What if in less than a month, something would happen and your employer, just like your previous one, would sack you quickly because of a reason that is out of your control or was just a small mistake. That really made you nervous, making your palms sweat. 

But you shook away those thoughts, wanting to distract yourself from your past. Maybe that this would be different from your past employment since you can only focus on one person and have fewer demands compared to your previous jobs. And besides, you can now actually focus on a child instead of taking care of many without addressing their individual needs. Even though you love your previous experience with some of your previous jobs, it irked you that you can’t focus on a child’s problem without another one taking your attention, making the previous child feel ignored. You love the job really, but sometimes, it could get really demanding not only on your responsibilities but also the children that demand total attention from you. 

As you pondered more about your situation, your train stopped and announced that you’ve arrived at the station that is your stop. You got up and exited the train car before looking at the address on your phone; the place that you were going to work at is a little bit far away from the station, but nonetheless, you then swiftly walk towards the exit and walk to your destination. As you walk towards the place, you somehow got lost. It’s your first time in Minato since you’ve never been in this ward of Tokyo before. You bit your lip anxiously while looking again at Google Maps; you have somehow got lost and even an app that could provide your location and ways couldn’t even help you. How screwed up does your luck have to be when it comes to your employment? Just as when you are about to call your employer for directions, you suddenly bump into someone. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you said in a concerned tone as you looked over at who you’ve bumped into. The man was shorter than you. He had healthy-looking tan skin and silky white hair. His eyes were a rare orchid shade, and his face looked like it belonged to one of those foreign models in magazines. His muscles are obvious as he wore a white turtleneck shirt and black baggy pants. “No worries, I’m okay - how about you?” he asked as he looked up at you, which made you lightly blush. 

You can’t help but look away in embarrassment. “A-ah, I’m alright, s-sorry for bumping into you,” you stutter, not looking down to meet his gaze. You heard him chuckle in amusement, which made you kind of embarrassed, to be honest. 

“Ah, are you lost? You seem anxious while looking down at your phone. Did something happen to you?” 

You hear him ask. 

You finally look back at him and shyly nod at his question, flustered by how obvious you are, but at the same time, flattered by the person’s concern for you. “U-uhm, it's actually kinda funny really, I have a new workplace at this ward and I- I don’t really know the place, so I use Google Maps and still I’m lost” you mumbled, ashamed of your current situation. As you twirled your fingers, trying to calm down, you saw the man then tilt his head for a moment but then smile at you, “I’m familiar with this place, so how about I point you in the right direction?” he offered, you then looked back at him, eyes widening in surprise. 

You thanked the man for his help and apologized again before showing him the address of the place. When you show it to him, to your surprise, he just giggles and then looks at you. “I never thought that I would bump into you, Miss (L/N).” 

Your eyes winded, realizing who he is. “M-mister Kurokawa, I-I’m sorry,” you hurriedly said and quickly gave him a low bow. As you looked down at the pavement, you heard an amused chuckle coming from him. 

“No worries, Miss (L/N), no need for bowing”. As you heard those words, you looked back at him. Straightening your posture, you smiled, “Thank you for your consideration, Mister Kurokawa, I’m sorry that I have to meet you this way.” 

He waved it off and offered to walk you back to his place, which you quickly agreed to. While walking together, you can’t help but to be embarrassed inside, why does it have to be this way to meet your boss? “Oh my god, I hope that he isn’t angry,” you thought as you thought about your earlier interaction. 

When the two of you arrived at a rather slick-looking building, it was one of the few skyscrapers in the area, and it looks like it was rather well guarded for some reason. As the two of you entered the building, various people in formal attire bowed down at Mister Kurokawa, welcoming him back. Their action made you nervous, terrible thoughts swirled in your mind as you realized what kind of person is your employer. Obviously, he was a very important person, maybe an owner of a large company or an heir, since he looks too young to be the owner. When the two of you entered the elevator, you kept a polite distance from him, not wanting to make yourself look unprofessional like your previous actions made you seem. You needed to show him just how capable you were to be hired for this job and your previous stuttering didn’t help you gain that image; you hoped that for the next few days, your image in his mind would improve once you’d shown your capabilities on handling your job. 

The elevator stopped and opened its doors, revealing a long hallway that led to an enormous door, which had a security camera in front of it. The two of you walked up to that door, which quickly opened once the camera recognized your employer’s face. After you entered the gate, the two of you walked into another hallway that had another elevator, which would most likely be the way towards Mister Kurokawa’s home. The two of you entered that elevator and waited for a few moments before finally arriving at his home, which is a penthouse above this building. 

“Oh wow,” you thought as you marveled at the view of the skyscraper. The place overlooked every building in Minato, even the other skyscrapers. You could also look down to see the Tokyo Tower, which was very fascinating. You snapped out of your wonder and looked back at your employer, who was walking around the main building of the penthouse. The two of you entered a glass door that slid open, welcoming you to his house. As you expected, everything looks meticulously placed and designed as if it catered to your boss’s taste, which is most likely the case. The two of you then walked down a hallway, passing by rooms and glass windows that overlooked the gardens and surprisingly a tea house surrounded by a stunning chaniwa garden. The two of you then walked up to a stair which led to the second floor of the house, there you could see that the place has fewer rooms, but it is evidently the most used floor since this would probably be the place where the baby and your boss’s room was located. 

The two of you then walked down to a door with a colorful out-of-place sign that said ‘Shinichiro’s Room’. Mister Kurokowa then opens the door, revealing an enormous room that is specifically made for a child. After he opened it, the two of you then heard a loud laughter of a baby, which quickly captured both of your attention. The two of you quickly walked up to the baby’s crib and saw him looking up at the two of you while playing with a small tiger toy. “Aw, your son is so cute Mr. Kurokawa,” you said as you looked at the baby, which is now confused as he focused his attention on you. “Please, call me Izana, Mister Kurokawa makes me feel old. " 

You looked at him. “Really? But you look like you're in your late twenties, surely you can’t be much older than that,” you said to him, confused by his statement. 

He looked at you for a moment but then let out a small titter. “Miss (L/N), I’m in my early forties, please don’t flatter me like this,” he said with a faint smile on his face. Your eyes winded, early forties? Holy hell, he looked so young!

“I-I meant it Mister- I mean Izana, you really looked younger compared to your actual age!” you exclaimed, bursting your words because of your nervousness. This caused your employer to giggle again before asking you to take a seat on the nearby chair to discuss your duties and responsibilities. The rules were simple really: take care of the child with great care, stimulate his mind and mobility as much as you can, feed him during a specific time period, and quickly change his diaper or clothes if there is even a small body fluid forming and most of all, don’t leave the penthouse without Izana coming back home.

“I assume that this would be simple for you, Miss (L/N)?” he asked, looking up at you. 

“Got it, sir,” you said while puffing up your chest, assuring him that you can do this, but this caused Izana to let out an amused smile at your behavior. 

Izana then looked at his wristwatch, “Oh, look at the time, it seems that I have work to do down in the building, Miss (L/N). If you need anything that is not available in this penthouse, just go down to the kitchen, and dial the landline phone and my assistant Kakucho will bring it to you,” he said, looking at his baby before he leaves. 

After he left, you looked at the baby and smiled. To your surprise, the baby smiled back and even started giggling, which made your heart burst because of his cute behavior. You quickly lifted him up and cradled him to your chest. Although Shinichiro was surprised by your action, he instinctively processed the situation, like he recognized it as someone comforting him. He then let out a gummy smile and babbled at you. You smiled at him. It seems Shinichiro is not that of a fussy baby at all. 

“Okay Shinichiro, let’s do some fun activities today, okay?” you said to the baby, the baby let out an excited gurgle as if he can understand your words. You giggled and looked at the clock that was in front of you - it seemed that it was his feeding time. “Okay, but let’s get you some milk first, okay?” you said as you walked towards the refrigerator in the room. The job is not that demanding, and the baby is really cute and not fussy. You just hope that your bad luck has disappeared because you are starting to love your job. 

Weeks passed as you continued to be employed by Mr. Kurokawa, or Izana, as he insisted on being referred to. It is really fun and fulfilling to be employed in this job and you are really thankful for it, even though most of your interactions are with the baby or sometimes, Izana himself. But compared to your previous jobs - this one is a piece of cake. Shinichiro is not only unfussy but actually a really playful and active baby, which was a welcomed surprise when you found out about it a few days ago. As you continue to be employed, days have also flown by like it's nothing; before you could exactly recall how many days you have been employed and even remember what your lunch had been at that time, but now?  You ertr too focused on caring for the baby to remember those redundant things. 

Those memories have been replaced by your activity during your job like how many bottles of milk Shinichiro drink that day or how Shinichiro got up and took one step before he fall down the mattress, which you then quickly take a pic and report back to your boss, even though he didn’t ask for it. This job was really rewarding and at the same time hassle-free for you, it's almost like it's not a job, but a part of your lifestyle by now, which was rare for many people to have, and you are glad that after all of that string of bad luck, you’ve finally found a job that not only makes you employed but also gave you a sense of purpose in life as if this is destined for you. 

“Okay Shinichiro, you can do it, come on,” you said to the baby as he warily looked at the floor. You have been encouraging Shinichiro to walk for more than a few steps. You want him to get used to walking and develop his mobility. 

“Ehw ah-” you heard him grumble, not wanting to let go of the leg of the green plastic table. 

“Shini~,” you playfully whined, wanting to encourage him. The baby looked up to you with a worried expression, still expressed on his face. You smiled in defeat as Shinichiro fell onto the padded floor and crawled towards you, wanting you to lift him up. 

“I guess you’re not ready yet, huh?” you said as you cradle the child in your arms, who was burying his head into you, wanting to comfort himself. You smiled at his behavior. You know that someday, Shinichiro would be ready to finally walk a few steps, but not this day. 

You sat on the nearby sofa and cradled Shinichiro to make him fall asleep and for you to clean up the place for the night. Just as you were about to place Shinichiro into his crib, you felt your phone then suddenly vibrate. You gently place Shinichiro in his crib and immediately took out your phone to see who was calling you, and as usual, its Mr. Kurokawa.

“Sorry sir for not answering the call quickly, I was just putting Shinichiro back to his crib,” you said to him, and you heard him let out a mirthful laugh. 

“It's okay Miss (L/N), and also, did I always tell you that you can call me Izana? No need for that sir nonsense” 

You blushed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry S- I mean Izana, I’m still not used to calling you so casually.” 

You heard him on the other line letting out a hum, which made you very nervous. Although he was satisfied with your performance and conduct, you still couldn't shake off your nervousness because of your past experiences- your previous history still lingered in your consciousness like a faint shadow, as if reminding you of your past every time you’ve made even a simple mistake. 

“Hmm, if you can’t get used to it, then can I call you (Y/N) instead? I think that it's unfair for me to call you Ms. (L/N) and me just Izana, and it could shake off that Mr. Kurokawa nonsense in your brain, so what do you say (Y/N), can I call you that?” 

Your eyes widened but let out an okay for an answer.

“Great, (Y/N), sorry for calling you at this hour, I just wanted to check in on my son if he fell asleep already, looks like I was right.” 

“I-is that all sir?” you asked, wanting to know if he wants to ask other questions related to Shinichiro, which you would gladly reply to.

“Ah no, I was also checking up on you, it's quite late and the last midnight train should be going a few minutes now.” Your eyes winded at his words and you looked at the time on your wristwatch. It's true, the midnight train would be in a few minutes and you are quite far away from the train station. “A-ah, I think I’ll just take a cab...” you replied, not wanting to agitate him due to your current situation. 

“No can do (Y/N), there are fewer cabs this time of night and I don’t think that it's safe for you to travel alone during this time, I suggest that you stay at the penthouse guest rooms.”His offer shocked you. You, staying at this place for a night? 

“A-are you sure Si- Izana? I do not want to cause you trouble,” you said, troubled at his generous offer. 

“It's alright! You’ve been an excellent nanny for Shinichiro, he is much better now compared to before, he even whines to me when you are not in there,” he said mirthfully, praising you for your excellent work. 

Shyly blushing at his declaration, you reluctantly agreed to his offer, not wanting to press things further.  “I-if you say so, Mis- Izana.” 

“Great, good night (Y/N) See you tomorrow.” 

He then quickly hung up the call, and you turned off the phone, looking out the glass window of the room. Even though you have been working for Mr. Kurokawa for months now, you still couldn’t get used to it. Unlike before, you now have a job that not only pays you well but also had such a gracious boss that even lets you stay at his house. It's so contrasting compared to your previous jobs and employers, even though some of them are really nice bosses. 

“Okay Shinichiro, I’m going to wash up now, be good okay?” you softly murmur as you look down at the baby in the crib. You always wonder who were the people that would care for Shinichiro while you’re gone. He has always been enthusiastic when you go back to your work, seemingly missing you while you were at home. “Oh god, I can’t leave him behind,” you thought as your mind started to fill with ideas about what is happening while you are gone, even though he is alright when you always see him in the morning, it doesn’t change you not knowing what is happening behind the scenes while you were gone made you nervous and even scared for Shinichiro. 

You shook off your worries and quickly went to the nearest bathroom, which is in the nearby guest room, to wash up yourself. Thankfully, the bathroom had adult clothing and bathrobes. The clothes were tailored for men, which was alright for you since you only wore baggy clothes in your sleep anyway. You took off your black turtleneck shirt and high-waisted pants, revealing you in your plain gray underwear, and quickly took those off too and washed for the night. When you were done, you looked at the clothes on the bathroom cabinet, although there were clothes in there, you just now noticed that there was no underwear, not even for men. This made you flustered and looked at the washed bra and panty that you have taken off earlier. You can’t wear those, you need to wash them to be dry in the morning. You looked down and blushed at yourself as you put on the baggy t-shirt and short pants that were a tad big for you to fit in, but you managed to make it work as you exited the bathroom and the guest room and quickly entered Shinichiro’s room. 

Thankfully, the baby was still sleeping, which means that you didn’t miss anything. You then sigh as you grab a few blankets and pillows and put them on the couch. You sat on the couch and looked at the time, it was almost two am in the morning, which means that you should really be sleeping by now. “Huh, I haven’t been up this late since college,” you thought as you put down your phone on the nearby coffee table and then lay on the couch. You then faced the couch’s cushion and bit by bit, your consciousness started to fade, which eventually puts you to sleep.

A few hours passed by, and you suddenly felt a strange tingling feeling running down your bottom, “Huh?” you mumbled as you felt a wet appendage trailing up to your soft cheeks and unto your clit, licking up a huge stripe. “W-what?” you thought groggily as you tried to look down to see if someone is touching you, but you couldn’t, as if you are paralyzed in your place. The now-identified tongue then started to twirl your clit around for a moment but then a pair of lips suddenly sucked it. “I- ah~ What’s happening?” you exclaimed as a feeling of pleasure then surged throughout your whole body. No, you can’t be feeling good about doing this, you need to get out of here with Shinichiro as fast as you can.

“Hyaa~!” you then mewled as you felt your ass and legs being lifted up by the person and finally tossed the short pants that were dangling on your foot earlier. You felt your assailant’s hot breath on your folds, which made you blush. You felt their fingers gripping your plush thighs as they then started to lick your folds. You wanted it to stop but you couldn’t do anything as the person licked and slurped your cunt as if they hadn't drank water for a long time. You can’t help but finally let out loud moans and mewls as they then finally put their tongue inside your vagina. You felt his hot tongue twirling and retracting it back and forth, fucking you with it. “Ah! Ah! St- Ah~” you moaned as you tried to get this person to stop and let go of you. They stopped, withdrawing their tongue, and finally diving out of your pussy, making you relieved at the moment. But that is proven short-lived as they then quickly shove two of their fingers, fucking you with them. As their fingers are reeling in and out of your pussy, you then hear familiar giggling, almost as if you knew who was doing this to you. The person then started to lap up your juices again, making you moan louder than before. 

Right now, you are a mess of a person, both inside and out. Moaning and panting as you felt their tongue and fingers explore your wet, tight insides. You had masturbated on several occasions and felt good every time you did it but the pleasure that you got from touching yourself wasn’t comparable to this one. This made your cunt hot, wet, and tight all at the same time as foreign appendages roamed your wet caverns and sucked on your now sore clit. The heat pooling on your stomach starts to get unbearable as you feel yourself start to come. “Oh no, I’m gonna I-I’m gonna ahh~” you mewled as you felt yourself cumming onto the person’s face. 

As you finally let out your cum, you just laid on the couch, panting, having no energy to move a single muscle as you felt the person lick and drink up your cum from your pussy and thighs. As you start to drift back to sleep, you felt the person crawling on top of you and whispering into your ear, feeling his hot breath on your skin. 

“Sweet dreams, sugar.” 

Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. “M-Mr. Kurokawa?” you stuttered, not believing what you are hearing right now. You heard him hum and put his palm on your eyes, closing them gently. “Sleep (Y/N), you need energy for Shinichiro tomorrow,” he whispered, feeling his hot breath as he uttered those words. You slowly drifted into a mindless sleep, numbed by the orgasm you had earlier, feeling too tired to even open your eyes as you felt Izana gently cover you with a soft blanket and planted a kiss on your forehead. 

You let out a loud gasp and got up from your sleep as you then looked out of the clear glass window of the room. You then tossed the blanket out of your body and then looked down at your bottom. Thankfully, you are still fully clothed down there, panties and all. You sighed in relief and checked out your phone - it’s eight in the morning, two hours before your shift. Slumping back down the mattress, you thought about your dreams earlier. You couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment as you recalled the wet dream that involved your boss eating you out while you sleep. You just can’t believe that you just dreamt about your boss that way. Sure, he was a very desirable man, not only for his physique and attractive face but also for his behavior towards his child Shinichiro. But you couldn’t see your boss in that light! Hell, you can’t even see him even jokingly flirting at you in a friendly way, much less him being so possessive over you. 

You then sigh and rub your head. You have a job to do and you have an erotic dream that involved your boss is not going to be helpful. After rubbing your head, you then looked down on your lower half. Although you are sure that is just a dream, you can’t help but have a slight doubt about it because it was so vivid and felt too real. As if that dream of yours really happened. But you shook your head, surely, Mr. Kurokawa is not that type of person to do this. After all, he is so considerate and helpful whenever something has happened during your time at work and he even apologizes and pays you overtime time even though you just stayed more than an hour or so in your shift. Him assaulting you in your sleep is such an absurd thought that it's almost laughable, Mr. Kurokawa is anything but that kind of person. 

But you can’t help thinking, what if it's true? That he did just that while you are so vulnerable? You couldn’t help but shiver at that thought alone. He was such a kind and considerate person to you, and it's so horrifying to think that he would do such things to you. You shook your head in disgust, no, why would he do that to you? With only just his physique, he could attract many women who would willingly sleep with him, even if for just a few hours. Him doing something to you, especially eating you out is such a wild thought. 

While you are deep in your thoughts, Shinichiro let out a loud wail, which snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him blankly for a moment before slapping yourself out of it. That’s right- you were only here because you have a job to do, which is taking care of Shinichiro. You shake your head and sigh and quickly get up and walk to his crib. When Shinichiro saw you, he let out his adorable gummy smile, which melted away your dilemma earlier. Smiling, you gently grab Shinichiro and carry him. Mr. Kurokawa would never assault you while you were sleeping - after all, how can a person like that produce such a cute and adorable baby? 

It’s been a few weeks after the wet dream incident, but you still couldn’t shake it off your mind. Although you still do your job earnestly, it also affects your relationship with your boss. You really can’t help but to either freeze or flinch, every time he comes near you the flashes of that dream start to come into your mind like a tidal wave- of you being vulnerable under him, struggling to get him off you as you felt his tongue slithering inside your walls while massaging your clit, getting turned on by your whines and pleads. Which doesn’t help your amiable relationship with your boss as you unconsciously try to avoid him as much as possible while at work, which is not that hard considering he always came back after your shift is done. 

You really tried your best not to be avoidant of your boss, you really did. But you really can’t help but feel uncomfortable and even scared every time he either touches you or gets close to you. You always triedto rationalize it by thinking that he’s your boss and you are afraid that he is going to fire you anytime soon or any other excuses that you might think. But deep down - deep down, you know that it's because of that realistic dream you had, and deep inside, you are afraid that it might be true that Mr.Kurokawa had assaulted you while you slept that night. 

As you were tucking Shinichiro in for the night, you suddenly heard the door open. Looking back, you saw Mr.Kurokawa, who was wearing a dress-like black jumpsuit with silver necklaces and a loose belt. Although he looked so casual, you had a feeling that it's probably not - maybe he’s going out with his friends? 

“O-oh, Mr.Kurokawa! I was just tucking Shinichiro in, I’ll be gone in a minute now.” you said as you tried not to look away from him. 

Your boss just smiled at you.  “No worries Ms.(Y/N)! I was just checking up on my son!” he said in his usual carefree tone that he had. Although you doubted that, you just nodded and continued to tuck the baby into the crib as your boss eerily watched you from behind. When you are finally done, you look back at Mr.Kurokawa and apologize for how late you’ve stayed, and quickly try to get home. But before you do that,  Mr.Kurokawa stopped you and handed you some sort of card in your hand. Not wanting to displease him, you took it and looked at what it was. The curiosity turned into shock when you saw the content. 

M-Mr. Kuroawa! I can’t take this!” You said as you tried to give the card back to your boss, which shook his head, refusing to take it back. 

“You’ve worked for more than eight months in my house with no breaks every day, you deserve this,” he said as you look at him in disbelief. After all, the card that he gave to you is practically a meal pass to one of the most exclusive and expensive restaurants in Tokyo, maybe even in the whole world. 

“Sir, I think that this is too much,” you said, trying to reason with your boss, but he just shook his head- insisting that you keep it. You tried to banter with your boss, trying to get the card back to him but he swiftly turned down your proposals and reasonings, and kept insisting that you keep it. In the end, you accepted the card reluctantly and thank your boss in embarrassment, after that you then say goodbye to him and head out of the penthouse and eventually the building. 

While walking down the streets of Minato, you looked at the card in both fascination and curiosity. It's an exclusive meal pass for Midori. One of the most exclusive restaurants in Tokyo, it's one of the few three-star Michelin restaurants in Tokyo but unlike the other restaurants, Midori operates for only three months in certain seasons, which makes it difficult for people to dine in or book a reservation for the restaurant. You even heard that the yearly customers of Midori could be counted with your fingers - which means that your boss gave you a card that can basically give you an instant pass to enter and eat for free in Midori just because you didn’t take your vacation leave for more than eight months. Which frankly to you is both very generous and simply ridiculous. You know that many rich people in Tokyo would give you a large sum of money just to get this card and some might even blackmail you for it. You sigh in frustration as you feel a headache building up in your head as you keep thinking about what you are going to do with the card.

Sell it?

No, people might think that it's a fake.

Throw it away?

You know that the guilt would eat at you for a very long time.

You kept thinking about what you were going to do about it until you completely gave up on thinking about it. “Fuck it, I’m just going to redeem this, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience,” you thought as you clutched the card and took out your phone- googling the location of Midori on google maps and quickly heading off to where it is. When you finally arrived at the building where the restaurant was located, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as the two doormen, who strangely recognized you, quickly welcomed you into the restaurant as if you were a very important person.  When you enter the restaurant, one of the waiters quickly walks up to you and asks if you have a reservation - to which you silently reply by giving them the card that Mr.Kurokawa gave to you. The waiter just smiled and gently took the card from your hand, as if they were worried that they might offend you. But you just shook your head, you are just overthinking things since this is your first time in an exclusive Michelin star restaurant, the nerves are maybe getting into you. 

When the waiter grabbed the card, another waiter popped up and guided you inside the restaurant. You followed the waiter to your seat, as you subtly looked around the restaurant. As expected it looked classy and fancy. The restaurant itself has a mix of modern and traditional Japanese architecture, although it is located in the middle of Tokyo, the restaurant has a ginormous Tsukiyama garden that can be seen in the whole restaurant, giving the restaurant a much more traditional touch. 

When you are finally seated by the waiter, You couldn’t help but feel awkward at the situation as you are the only one in the whole restaurant as there are practically no people in sight. You tried to find a positive outlook in the situation that you are in, hey, at least there are no snobby people that would judge you, right?

As you tried to assess your situation, the server quickly came back and gave you the tasting menu of the restaurant and explained some of the dishes that are written there, which made you nervous since you only knew a few of the items in the restaurant. You just decided to pick the strangest named dishes on the menu, hoping that the dishes that you’ve picked would taste good. The server then jolts down your order as you put the menu on the table. When they are done they cautiously take away the menu and then bowed, saying that your complimentary appetizer would be on its way. 

The eighteen-meal course came one by one as you started to eat, some are familiar dishes presented to you such as sushi and sashimi that you know came from expensive cuts of fish while others are western inspired dishes that you couldn’t figure out how to eat but just decided to wing it and eat it anyway. As expected, the dishes are fantastic, and sure, most of them could be eaten in just one bite but the whole course will make you full since the meal was an eighteen-meal course and not just the usual one dish or two that you usually buy when going out. While eating, there was something bothering you at the moment. There were no problems with the dishes since they were all fantastic and the servers were very professional, but there was an eerie feeling while you're eating in the restaurant, as if the servers were afraid of making a mistake or offending you in some way. You tried to comfort yourself by saying that it's just the nervousness of not only dining in a fancy restaurant but also being the only customer dining there but your gut says otherwise, as if something is going on. 

But still, you silently ate the dishes that the server explained before serving them to you, just wanting to enjoy the rare experience while ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut. When you finally ate the last dish, two servers appeared in front of you, one cleaning out the dirty utensils on the table while the other poured you a glass of wine.  The server who poured you the wine explained what wine it is and how old or what kind of fragrant and texture it has. Apparently, it's a 1968 Bruno Giacosa Collina Rionda wine from Italy, one of the finest wines that they have on their shelves right now.

When the server places the wine glass on the table, you then hold the stem of the glass and curiously sniff the wine, before taking a sip. But before you can finish the whole glass, you start to get dizzy - your vision blurring and you trying to hold on to the table, afraid of falling into the floor. But it's no use as your body slumps down on the ground, causing the half-sipped wine glass to break and it's content to spill into the ground. 

As your vision darkened, you saw two men, who were in suits walking toward your form, “Hurry up Rin, the boss would be angry if we took too much time,” you heard one of the men say while the other just hummed in response. You felt yourself being carried by one of them, you aren’t sure who is carrying you since you are barely strong enough to see. As you start to fall unconscious you hear a familiar person that made your blood freeze in fear. 

“Be careful with her, Izana wouldn’t want her to be injured.” 

“K-Kakucho?” That name was in your final thoughts as you slipped out of consciousness, not strong enough to fight it any longer. 

Your eyes opened slowly as you woke up with your head aching, and although you were awake, you still couldn’t really feel anything around you due to you being drugged earlier. As you started to get a grip of your consciousness, you couldn’t help but be shocked when you finally saw what was going on. 

“M-mister Kurokawa?” You looked up at him, grunting and moaning as you felt your cunt being penetrated by his dick, you can’t help but moan as he keeps pounding your pussy into oblivion. “Ah, (Y/N) you’re awake,” he said as he continued slamming his long dick into your tight walls, rhythmically keeping up his pace as your confused face contorted into pleasure. Although it felt pleasurable by his actions, you can’t help but feel betrayed and hurt as the person that you’ve looked up to did this to you. You should’ve listened to your guts and kept your distance from him as much as possible or even outright quit the job even if you struggled to find one. 

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept thinking about maybe’s or what-ifs, as his cock kept stretching your wet but tight pussy. “Princess, don’t cry, I’m here to make it better,” you heard him say as he wiped away your tears and kissed your lips, entering his tongue into your mouth as his pace feverishly started to get faster. While his tongue swirled with yours inside your mouth, twirling your tongue with his, you suddenly felt a sudden jolt down there- it seems that his dick hit a specific place that you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. 

When he heard your loud but unwilling moan, he stopped his movement and ended the kiss, which made you confused at first until he started to take his dick off of you until its tip is the only thing inside.  He then quickly buckled his hips and slammed his cock into your pussy all the way into its hilt. You couldn’t help but loudly moan as you felt him pounding you like an animal, his dick continuously hitting that spot. “Sh-shtop-” you slurred as you felt his dick getting bigger inside you. But he ignored your pleas as he quickly slammed his dick back into your pussy, making you flinch in pleasure while shutting you up in the process. 

“Ah~ (Y/N) your pussy is clenching my dick so hard,” he moaned as you felt his dick start to twitch while also feeling the heat and pleasure bubbling up inside you.

“S-top, please Mr.Kurokawa-”

You were cut off by your boss as his sharp gaze looked at you, and although his lilac eyes are soft, you couldn’t help but see another expression in his eyes. 

“Don’t call me that, call me Izana,” he said as he kept his eyes locked on yours. If this wasn’t an unwanted situation, you ought that this would have been very romantic, but right now - it's the opposite of that. 

“M-Mr, Haaah~” you moaned, not even saying his name as he pinched your sensitive clit.

“No, Mr.nonsense, just call me by my name,” he said, as you desperately looked up at him, wanting this to end. 

“I-Izana, s-s-top, I’m gonna -”

You saw him smile knowingly as he kept pounding in and out of your cunt. 

“Gonna what princess?” he teased.

You can’t help but cry in pleasure as you felt yourself cumming all over his dick as you clench his back for support, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. After your orgasm, you felt him start to quicken his pace, continuing that feverish phase from before. With a few strong and quick thrusts, he unloads his cum inside your tight walls, moaning in pleasure as your pussy milked his dick for all its worth while you lay there panting; your naked form twitching and convulsing in overstimulation due to the climax earlier. 

As he finished cumming inside you and pulling his dick out of your insides, you then looked up to him, tears rolling down your eyes. 

“P-please, l-let me go,” you said as you fruitlessly tried to get away from him. When he saw you trying to move away, he quickly grabbed both of your thighs and spread them, making your pussy, which was still twitching while oozing with his semen, visible to his view. 

“Look at you, after you milked my dick, your pussy still wants my cock so bad,” he said as he used his finger to push the semen back inside your cunt, making your toes curl due to your body being sensitive. 

“I- please Izana, I won’t tell anyone about this” you plead, wanting your boss to let you go. He stops as you look at his expression, his expression now turned dour by your words. “Or what (Y/N)? You will quit and go back fruitlessly trying to find a job?” your eyes widened in shock at his words. He let his finger out of your walls but kept his hands on your knees, still spreading your legs apart. 

“H-how did you know that?” you stuttered as he kept his gaze at your naked form, smiling at your question. 

“I run background checks on all of my employees (Y/N), especially for the one that would be taking care of my child,” he replied as you looked down in shame. 

He continued. “Do you want to go back to that lifestyle (Y/N)? On the verge of being homeless with no one to turn on or help you?” You tearfully looked away, feeling your heart clench, it's true, all of his words are true. Izana saw your forlorn expression and gently touched your cheeks making you look up at him again. “It doesn’t have to be that way (Y/N), you have Shinichiro and me, you don’t have to be lonely anymore,” he said as he gently hugged you. You couldn't help but start sobbing on his chiseled chest. “There, there,” you heard him mumble as he caressed your back trying to soothe you.

The two of you stayed there for a while until you felt his dick harden inside of you again. “(Y/N),” you looked up to Izana who was smiling at you. “Can I?” he asked as you felt his dick twitching inside your pussy. Without a care in the world, you nodded and then spread your cum filled pussy with both of your hands, worldlessly coercing him. As he starts to move again, he smiled and look at you. 

“I love you, (Y/N), I really do.” 

Your dull eyes looked at him, not minding the situation anymore. Smiling, you hugged his neck and gently kissed his lips. “I love you too Izana,” you replied earnestly. As you felt his hips start to move again, you can’t help but feel nothing anymore. He’s right, there is nothing for you out there, no family, friends and barely finding a job, who is the person that took you in? That’s right, It's Miste- no,  Izana. He’s the one that gave you every opportunity that you desperately needed and on top of that, Shinichiro gave you purpose again, he would be lonely without you. 

With that in mind, you tightened your grip as Izana bucked his hips down on you, pounding you into the mattress as your pussy started to clench tightly around his dick. It’s alright, as long as you have Izana and Shinichiro, it doesn’t bother you anymore. 

You finally have people that would be with you.

You are not alone anymore.

As you slip into pleasure once more, you couldn’t help but feel like something broke inside of you- no matter what it was, it's just a minor inconvenience anyway. 

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[izanazqueen]

Can you write a oneshort about reader X Izana's day while they were in Tenjiku? Thank you so much 🫶🥺

sure love!!😌♥️ thought i'd make it a little extra special day, hope that's alright.

this is my first short fic usually i write such long ones so i really hope it's good/to your request!🎴

it was your birthday. your phone went off earlier than usual that morning. it was a text from your boyfriend, izana asking you to meet him in the afternoon. your heart skipped a beat wondering what he could have in store for you. making your way over to the tenjiku headquarters you couldn't help but think over what he meant by a little 'surprise ' that he had for you. he told kaku pick you up because he was stuck in some sort of discussion that required his presence so he graciously asked him to go and retrieve his queen. making your way through the entrance, you saw messily arranged streamers with red and black balloons all over the place and the heavenly kings sitting around your boyfriend and your eyes drew to the large present for you in his arms with a big shiny bow, red of course. you were suddenly speechless. 'happy birthday- love.' he said with the most content smile plastered on his face. 'w-wha.. ' before you could breathe another word he lifted himself from his personal throne and placed the gift in your arms. ' go on.. ' he nudged it closer, ' open it.' slowly pulling off the bow and pulling open the box, your vision went red and your mind went insane seeing the contents of what was inside. 'c'mon babe- put it on. i want to see how good my darling looks .. ' leaving a snickering shion. ' i still can't believe you gave her own tenjiku uniform ..' earning him the most sinister glare from izana. he reeled- 'but she looks great! right guys? ' to which the rest nodded in agreement as your man helped you into your new look. 'of course she does , she is mine- what do you expect? ' he said staring lovingly into your eyes. ' what do you think, love? ' - you still couldn't breathe right. between the party and the crimson jacket it felt like you would physically collapse. ' zana- it's amazing .. it is perfect thank you! i - ' before you could finish he pressed his sugary sweet pout to your lips making your mind overload. 'you're welcome, my angel. now they will all know just who you belong to. ' he said with pride in his voice and you squeezed his hand lightly in assurance. as if they even had to have a second thought before. you spent the evening laughing and dancing over the hours thanking the heavens you met a man as special izana was to you. if anything, he was the angel sent to you-

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[portfolio-of-dreams]

more; more of you | izana kurokawa x afab! reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni! yandere themes, angst-ish, possessive izana, hopeless romantic reader, smut, fingering, oral, orgasm denial, dacraphyllia, reader gets called dove & baby, creampie, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), slight p*ssy inspection, cum eating/swallowing

w/c: 2.88k

a/n: shout-out to @suyacho for the beta read you da best 🫶

“Because I can’t be with you!” he screamed at you as he turned around, wild platinum fringe hitting against his opposite cheek before settling back in the face framing cut he wore.

It stung. Not like a bee sting at surface level but deeper- like a poison dipped needle that sunk into your skin and broke your veins; the poison of his words resonating through your body like it was keeping you alive but it was only meant to kill. You didn’t know what to say, what to do so you fell to the floor. The wine-stained carpet skinning your knees and palms of your hands in an attempt to steady yourself, tears rushing through your eyes as you looked up at him. You were pathetic- you knew it. Getting so attached to a man who could never truly love you, he didn’t know how to, and you certainly couldn’t fix him. At least you thought. You saw the blood on his hands, like crimson gloves that dripped down his wrists so elegantly. But you loved him, despite the burden of Atlas that rested on his shoulders, so delicate but at any moment could fall against the both of you letting your worlds crumble and rip at the seams.

He didn’t understand- he could never understand what you felt for him. You’d rip your very soul apart to create galaxies and constellations of the brightest stars just light his way home. You’d stand in front of him, with his shadows and darkness and tell him you were never afraid of the dark. The dark. There's a certain loneliness that comes from the depths of those shadows, the looming black-cloaked figures that dawn the corners. But you’ve been lonely before. The roots of loneliness are deep. They curve and string themselves against every fiber of your heart. The undulating rhythm creates a perfect home for them to nest and grow. Sometimes their grip is deathly, finding no fault or remorse in actions that stop your very breath before you can inhale. They find their food in the suspicion that there is no one who cares and offers love without conditions. You wore rose-colored glasses, the red flags he exhibited only more magenta in comparison to the rest of the world. You didn’t care about conditions as long as you could be with him.

“You’re wrong. It’s not that you can’t, but you won’t.” You tried to find your voice and your footing as you stood up to face him, violet eyes turning dark stared back at you in disbelief.

You studied the broken man before you. He needed you- he needed to be loved; needed resolve and clarity and stability. You were ready to prick your finger on every rose thorn he handed you and let yourself bleed against the stems for him. You would turn the world upside down for him with the amount of love you could show him.

“‘Zana,” - your legs shook as you stood and walked to the space in front of him, placing your hands ever so softly against his warm cheeks - “I’ll love you through it all, don’t you understand? If loving you is a double edged sword then I'll happily stand in your place and take the blade to the heart for you.”

It was a selfish thing to say, you knew it. But it didn’t feel that way when his wet lips found yours, colliding in a way that was so familiar yet so foreign. It was such an intimate affair until teeth clashed and his hands were grabbing at your waist, pulling you closer into him, the outline of his cock pulsating against your inner thigh. He was beautifully terrifying- a tanned skin god with blooming orchid eyes. They drank in your every step, every emotion when he glanced at you; cataloging your features into his mind to a place he’d never forget, he couldn’t forget. He was two sides of a coin with hands like silk and sandpaper when his fingertips glided along the small of your back. You knew what was going to happen, he was so easily read in times like this. This was the start of the delicious destruction of the two of you. You didn’t know it but he loved you too- without remorse, without conditions, obsessively. You were his siren- leading him to an impending doom of the unforgiving sea. You were so lovely, he’d be lucky to drown by your song. Izana would’ve ripped every petal off of every flower to line the ground you walked on, and you saying that you loved him too? He was certain now that you’d be his.

A light swoop of his foot to your ankles had you falling into his embrace and he picked you up so swiftly as his tongue gently tangled with your own, forcing its way between your plump lips. Your sweet smell infiltrating his senses, calling him home. You were meant to be his. The stumbling of feet and the soft whimpers that fell from you in saccharine tones were all that were heard in the silence of the night. The moon cascading against the sheets in undulating panels was the only light in the wide bedroom as he laid you down. Lips, tongues, and spilling saliva continued to mingle and mix like the perfect cocktail as his hands found your button and pulled your pants off with a fast flick of his wrists. Your doe eyes squeezed shut and your back arched instinctively into his palms when he slid them up your torso to grope your breasts. He couldn’t help himself but to moan at the feeling of the warm, plush flesh underneath him. There was something about the way your skin tingled at his touch, the ever so slight raise of the hair follicles that sent him over edge. Those violet eyes that bore into your own now swarmed and clouded with lust as he touched you. His lips finding every unknown crevice as his sharp tongue moved along your bones, desperate to taste every piece of you, every inch of you.

There was no turning back now as he slipped off your bra, trailing kisses down your arm as the shoulder strap fell. He didn’t stop when he reached your wrist, continuing down to the tips of your fingers before taking your index into his mouth all the way down to the knuckle. He watched the expressions on your face change and contort as he licked up the side of your middle finger to bite the tip. Your mouth gaped open so beautifully, and your lips quivered- he wondered what it would feel like to have that mouth choking on his cock. His mind fogged with erratic thoughts as he licked up the center of your palm to the tip of your ring finger, imagining a gold band around the base as he grunted. He pulled away for only a moment to remove his shirt- tanned, toned skin and pert pink nipples. He trembled under your soft touch, hand running up his stomach to his broad collarbones.

He crawled back onto the bed, hovering near your ankles. He, ever so subtly, glided the tips of his fingers from the jut on your ankle, following the indent from your jeans up to your inside thigh. He savored the moment; the feel of your skin, the mewls that fell from your parted lips, the way your eyes rolled and your back arched when he placed the pad of his thumb to your clit. Gentle clockwise circles, even with the small pressure he applied, had you keening his name in praises and he swears it was the most perfect pronunciation. He settled down between your thighs, watching your cunt contract with the smallest amount of touch from him. He slid his middle finger into your entrance and groaned at the growing wetness, the feel of your velvet walls- and it was just one finger. One finger and he was begging for more of you. More of your sounds, more of your arousal, just more.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. Gonna be mine?” He spoke in a low sultry tone as he inserted another finger, gliding them up along the back of your damp walls slowly.

“Yes, ‘Zana. Please… Need you.” You managed to moan out as you moved your hand to curve around the plush of your breast, squeezing and circling your thumb against your erect nipple, copying the antagonizing patterns he drew on your clit.

He stopped for a moment, lilac eyes intense as he watched you touch yourself, his impatience growing. He growled, deep vocals made you lift your eyes to meet his before he dove down between your legs. He pulled his thumb away to allow his perfectly curved lips to cast over your folds as he inhaled your intoxicating sweet scent. You could feel the embarrassment grow in the pit of your stomach but that feeling was replaced with desire when his tongue swept up the middle of your pussy, the tip flicking your now puffy bud. Your hips undulating up into his mouth but he was quick to press you down into the mattress with his free hand. He snaked those fingers down, pulling back the hood of your clit for his tongue to have better access as his other fingers pumped deep and mockingly slow into you.

He was sloppy with his tongue yet precise with his fingers stimulating every bundle of nerves with his movements. Your wetness grew, nipples now hard as diamonds as you continued to play and pinch at them. You were close, and he knew it as he laughed softly- but almost maniacally. The vibrations coaxing you even closer, his fingers picking up pace and his tongue swooping, lapping at your juices as they spilled. Your hands flew to tangle themselves in his platinum hair, the heaves of your chest as the band in your lower stomach grew impossibly tight. Your hips rutting as much as you could muster, stars bursting behind your eyes. He was right there- and then nothing as he pulled away before you could cum, an insane grin plastered on his sculpted face. Your eyes grew wet, threatening to spill salty tears at your denial. He crawled to your side, soft knuckles rolling up your cheek as he cooed at you, kissing away the single tear that fell.

“Cry for me, baby. It’s okay. I’ll make you cum, promise.” He whispered sincerely, though you sensed the mocking undertones. He could, and would, humiliate you.

But you didn’t care- you wanted him, needed him like the ocean needs the moon to wane the tides. So you abided, like his word was law and you cried for him. Crying his name through tears that rolled down your cheeks, pathetic wanton attempts to gain his touch, the smirk on his mouth growing to something so devious he was almost unrecognizable. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

He leaned over attaching his mouth to your breast closest to him as he expertly stepped out of his pants as he hovered over your body. You felt the warmth radiating from him as he lowered himself on top of you, trailing his lips from your breast to your neck as sharp teeth nipping at your jugular. Eyes fluttering as he snaked a hand down to the underside of your thigh and lifted it to your shoulder as he positioned himself at your awaiting cunt. He kissed the side of your calf as his sticky pre-cum dripped onto your clit.

“You were made for me, you know that? I’ll steal your heart so you won’t be able to love anyone else other than me.” His tone demanding as he shoved himself into your hole.

You yelped at the sudden stretch, his size incomparable to any other you’ve had. You made an attempt to pull yourself away, but your resistance was docile under his strength. He craved those sounds you made, a sinful symphony that was unmatched to any other. The feeling of your warm walls taking him in, sucking him in as speech became incomprehensible. Words slurring as he pushed himself all the way in, pausing briefly to relish the clench of your cunt on him and let you adjust to his size. The slight rock of your hips up was enough to tell him your muscles relaxed enough. He started to shift, hard cock sliding in and out as he peppered kisses across your face and chest. You felt like heaven and he was ready to repent.

Your moans echoed around the space as you lifted your hips up against him. Your breath caught in the back of your throat from the slow oscillation of his hips, hands gripping your skin and manicured nails digging into your sides creating small crescent indents. The slow pumps soon changed to a desperate pace. Ferocious in the snap of his hips against your own, white fringe fanning along the sides of your face as pants and grunts were exchanged. The space around him blurred and he could only focus on the way you sucked him in so sweetly, the tight hug of your walls against his cock, his balls tightening as he grew closer, unsure how much longer he’d last. Perfect, you were perfect as you laid underneath him taking everything he gave to you. Toes curling, lashes fluttering, back arching up into him. He took this opportunity to move a hand behind you, supporting your back to allow your sweat glistening bodies to collide. He pushed his other hand down between you, massaging your abused, needy clit.

Addicted. Izana needed you to get addicted to his touch- from the way he kissed you fervently to the graze of his nails down your back as he reached your ass. Grabbing the plush skin, kneading it in his palm as he continued to torment your body. It was maddening the way he knew exactly how to please you, how to get under your skin so easily and made you crumble at his mercy. The band in your stomach tightened again as you cried out his name in choked syllables from the overstimulation, hoping he’d let you cum this time. When you finally reached your peak, it was him who came first. One final pump, one final slam of his cock as far into you as he could go, his hot liquid spurting deep as he groaned out your name. The sudden rush of heat into your abdomen proved your own orgasm. Walls clamping down around him, pulsating, as your thighs trembled, hands pulling at the ends of his hair.

You were completely spent as he held you, chest to chest, slowly laying you down against the pillows. Sweat glittering on your skin like new sun against the ocean horizon. You were so beautiful to him in this moment. Your chest heaving as you laid there, looking into his softening eyes as you came down from your high. His sinful gaze examining every inch of your body, a small flow of white liquid from between your thighs caught his attention. He leaned down, pushing your pussy lips apart with his index and middle finger, forming a v-shape to inspect.

“My little dove, you shouldn’t waste any- I gave this to you; all for you.” He tutted as he swept the spilling fluid from your pussy.

You shivered at the touch as he collected the mix of cum onto his fingers. He brought them up to eye level, separating the tips of his fingers as a string of sticky liquid spread, still connecting them. He shifted his gaze back to you, the small part of your mouth giving him an idea. He crawled back over you, legs straddling your waist as he gripped your cheeks in his tanned hand, making sure you wouldn’t be able to refuse. He grinned as he slid his slick covered fingers between your lips, pressing them down against your tongue and far enough back to make you gag around his digits. Just the sinful sight of your tongue cleaning him off was enough to make him hard again, but he’d give you your break, for now. He pushed your jaw closed as he pulled his hand away, barely seeing the white on your tongue. His eyes rolled back as he groaned before leaning down to press his lips to yours. The saltiness of cum mixing with your intoxicatingly sweet taste was something of a dream for him.

He laid down next to you, pulling you into his toned chest as he kissed you. Tongues twirling so delicately against each other as your lips moved in perfect sync. Maybe he was right and you were made for him, but why were fresh tears falling from the corners of your eyes? You felt his lips curve upwards into a small smile as he trailed them across your cheek to your ear, his fingertips drawing soothing patterns against your back as he whispered-

“You’re mine, aren’t you?”

And in the fog he created in the glass around your summer heart, blurring coherent answers, you nodded as your started to fall asleep, breathing in tune with his own as you cuddled yourself closer-

“Always, Izana…”

tags: @tokyometronetwork @blueparadis @momoewn @r-oronoa

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[tokyo-revengers-writings]

Fine (Izana x Male!Reader)

A/n: I'm sorry for writing for Izana again, but I will write for other people, I promise! (Honestly thinking of making a whole other tumblr for Izana fanfics. But, Happy Pride Month (4 days later)! I know male reader stories do not do well with the tumblr algorithm, but I could care less. It's my blog, I write what I want. (Sorry for not writing a whole lot, I am still working on my novel) It's kinda short, not really a cohesive end, but enjoy!

Warnings: Homophobia, violence, cursing

I was so, unbelievably tired of it all. I was sick of being talked down to as if I were a lesser being for being who I was. "How dare I love somebody!" "I am such an awful person!" I was so, so sick of how rude and downright awful everybody was.

Izana walked in on me face-down in bed, curled under blankets in an attempt to hide my state from the outside world. I knew it would not deter him, but it was the best I could think of at the moment. I could hear Izana sigh and then I felt a weight on the end of the bed.

"Do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" His voice was soft and free of hostility, offering a bit of comfort.

"N-Nothing..." I burried my head deeper into the pillow, "I'm f-fine..."

"Dear?" I could feel Izana's eyes burning into me.

I lifted my head slowly and looked at him, "Yes?"

"You can tell me what's going on. I'm not gonna force you, but I wanna help you."

I took a moment to collect myself, "Some people keep on making fun of me and shit... I am so done..."

Izana's entire demeanor changed, "What have they been saying?"

"Th-They were making fun of our relationship... they called me awful things... I don't wanna think about it again..." I put my head under the covers again.

I felt Izana stand and rummage in the closet for a moment.

"What are you gonna do?" I asked, my body telling me it was best not to.

"I'm gonna find those motherfuckers a lesson."

I got out of the covers and grabbed Izana by they shoulders, "No. We're not doing that. I understand you want revenge, but that's not gonna work. Please, can we talk about another approach?"

Izana sighed and sat back on the bed, "Fine."

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#izana kurokawa #izana x reader #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers #tokyo revngers #tokrev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers izana #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev oneshots #tokyorev izana #tokrev izana #tokrev x reader

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Red Snow (KakuIza oneshot)

Wow, I can't believe I finally finished this!

This was actually sitting on my drafts for half a year. The idea came at me when I started wondering what if some characters start to slowly remember other timelines? And bam, KakuIza appeared to me. Tragic as always, but asking with puppy eyes if I could give them happiness (or show it, since technically the canon already did this). I had it all wrote except the last scene because apparently the angst comes easily at me (no surprises here, oops)

But Tenjiku being animated and knowing what we'll see in a few week... Yeah, I needed to end this and fix that mess.

(link to ao3 in case some one preferes to read it there)

Summary: Maybe the snow was the last tribute from heaven to this king who died too young trying to protect his servant. After that day, every time it snows, Kakucho couldn't do anything but look at the snow, the bloody red snow that seemed to be everywhere. Now, the red is gone. Izana is there. The snow makes Kakucho happy again.

Warnings: Manga Spoilers. Angst with happy ending (with a lot of angst before the happiness) and depressed Kakucho (who could blame him?)

Notes: This is canon compilant, from Kakucho's POV (so keep in mind that any opinion on another character is Kakucho's, not mine, I love them all). The italic parts are Kakucho's memories, I hope it makes sense how I organized, since it's not chronologically, it only makes sense emotionally. If saying this makes sense at all.

English is not my first language, so be nice please! :)

Kakucho has been wanting to see that smile for so long that he can't even remember when he started to miss it. Or maybe it's the excruciating pain in his shoulder, which doesn't allow him to remember properly. All that he knows is that suddenly it's here, a real smile on Izana's face, lighting everything up. He can't stop looking, even if some part of his brain detects all the chaos and screams around them, Kakucho only has eyes for him, for his king and this smile that it's making the world shine again for a few seconds.

He thinks his yelling, but he's unable to focus in anything other than Izana bleeding next to him, correcting his servant once more “Our era”. The king keeps talking to Mikey, but Kakucho doesn't know what he's saying anymore, the last words still hitting his brain, his ears, his whole body. “I'm sorry Kakucho, but you're all that I have”.

As Izana's hand begins to get colder his servant is still caught up in those words “All that I have”. So Kakucho close his eyes, more than willing to follow his king one last time. He's not going to left him alone, not now, not ever. The last coherent thoughts that cross his mind is that this is his fault, for wishing too much, wanting too much. He never would have wished to see Izana's real smile again if he had known the price.

He's still able to see the snow before everything goes dark (or feel, he's not sure of his own senses any more). It's ironic,they used to love the snow, now it seems like the universe is mocking on them. Or maybe it's not, maybe the snow is the last tribute from heaven to this king who died too young trying to protect his servant.

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Kakucho wakes up in the hospital. The doctors say that he's going to recover, like that's good news. They are not, not for him. He survived, again. Nothing makes sense, he doesn't feel alive, so... How is it possible? He wants to die, he doesn't understand, his live is meaningless, just a servant. Kakucho hates himself for surviving, he should have died protecting his king, not the other way around.

None of this matters, his feelings are not important, he can't go back to being selfish, getting caught up in his own desires. He knows that he has to keep living, Izana died for him to live. 'Why? Why Izana? Why you never show how important I was to you when we still had time? Why did you leave me? Why am I the only one stuck with our regrets? Why?'

He needs to stop thinking, there is no point in doing so. Izana exchanged his own life for Kakucho's, so he knows he has to keep living. Even tough he is already dead.

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Every time it snows, is the same. It doesn't matter if Izana is already in middle school, as soon as he sees the first flakes he starts running looking for Kakucho, ready to drag him under the snow again. It's a miracle how he's able to contain all this excitement until he finds his friend (his servant) when he's actually jumping trough the corridors.

Of course, Kakucho follows him, pretending to complain about the cold. He doesn't pretend too hard, it's not like he's even trying to hide his smile. Or like the cold matters, when Izana is still taking his hand while they keep running until being outside.

Kakucho didn't care about the snow before, now he loves it. Or maybe he loves how the older boy's face seems to glow when he smiles at it. He knows that Izana isn't exactly the happiest kid around, so he treasures every second when he can have his friend acting like this, without masks or titles between them. Just two friends playing in the snow.

They always play outside for hours, never bothered by the rest of the kids, probably too busy hiding inside the building from the cold. Kakucho thinks they are idiots, they don't know anything. For him, the snow is a reminder of that warm feeling inside him, that thing he felt the first time they played like this. It was almost freezing inside their igloo, but all the ice went away when Izana said those words “Our kingdom”. The younger kid doesn't understand why, he only knows that for a second he felt like the most important person on the entire planet ( besides Izana, of course ), the previous cold forgotten and replaced by warmth within his chest.

Suddenly, a snowball kicks him and he realizes that Izana has already started the fight. He was lost in his own thoughts, so obviously Izana is cheating. Again. He sighs and starts making his own ammunition. 'Some things never change, right?'

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The world lost his color that day. Now everything looks gray, like if someone repainted it with a monochrome palette during the time that Kakucho was in the hospital. The apartment is worse, because he can still see where the colors are supposed to be, like a shadow from the past. He can still see the guitar by the window, where Izana used to play it. The tropical fish, now his only roommate.

It's a really small apartment, the only one that Izana could afford at that time, when he came back to the orphanage just for rescue him ( actually it was more an scape than a rescue, but they didn't care about that ). When his king went to juvie he promised that he wouldn't forget about Kakucho. And he didn't, because Izana never lied to him. 'He just kept too many things inside, but he never lied, how ironic is that?'

He didn't have time to miss the colors, because one day starts snowing. Kakucho was walking towards the convenience store when the first flakes began to fall. Suddenly he can't breathe, he can't move, he can't think. He can't do anything but look at the snow, the bloody red snow that's everywhere. 'Red. That's not supposed to be red. Why is the snow red? Where does all this blood come from? Fuck, fuck, fuck!'

Kakucho doesn't know how he manage to run until he's safely back home, safe from the memories that come true with every flake of snow. From that day on, he avoids going outside in the snow. So he stays in this apartment full of ghosts, the ghosts of colors, forever gone from his world. The ghost of Izana filling every corner, reminding him that he must keep living.

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Apparently Izana made new friends in juvie. He doesn't know how he feels about it, but it's weird trying to imagine Izana making friends. Until his king explains how he made them. 'Oh, that checks.'

“Why are you doing this face? Are you jealous or what?”

Izana says that with a smirk in his face, his obviously teasing him but for some reason the younger boy still feel that something is off.

“Come on servant, don't be such a pain in the ass, I beat them for you, the least you can do is be grateful, don't you think?”

“For me?”

Kakucho doesn't understand what that is supposed to mean.

“Yeah, you're going to lead our army, remember? I wasn't going to let you lead an army of weaklings.”

And with that, he puts a hand on Kakucho's head, ruffling his hair on the process. An obvious sign that the conversation is over and, once again, his servant will follow him with a smile.

When Kakucho finally meets this new friends, he can only think that they're all idiots. Well, except for Mutto, he likes Mutto because he's calm and quiet, he always knows his place or when it's better to shut up. Shion is the complete opposite, he never knows when to shut up or stop moving. To be honest, Kakucho thinks that Shion probably can't do any of that. Mochi is just another idiot, with less energy than Shion, but the same amount of brains. The Haitani brothers are their own category. 'This two aren't just idiots. They are idiots and weirdos.'

Time passed and Kakucho still thinks the Haitanis are weirdos, but he actually likes having them around. They always show up with some expensive and extravagant gift, as if money is nothing to the rulers of Roppongi. Today they bring some delicious cakes, as always they remembered to buy a portion of Kakucho's favorite. He knows Ran is the one who paid attention to these tinny details, he can't help but act like a big brother.

But the cake is not the reason why Kakucho likes them. It's not the only reason, at least. No, Izana is the real reason. Every time the Haitani brothers are there the white haired boy looks happy. Of course, he doesn't show it, so sometimes he seems amused, entertained or even pissed off as if he's about to lose his already little patience. But Kakucho knows him better, he knows that Izana is happier when the weirdos are here. So before he realizes, the four of them are friends. Well, maybe one king and three friends.

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It's being a few months since the Kanto Incident. He doesn't know how many, because time stopped making any kind of sense for Kakucho since his reason to live disappeared. He didn't realize how much time had past until one day when he hears an annoying knock at his door. A really annoying knock that doesn't go away forcing him to open the damn door.

Of course, when he opens the door, the Haitani brothers are there. He should had know, but he really wasn't aware that they were already out.

“Kakuchooooo, I know you missed me, so stop making that grumpy face and be a good host!”

Ran looks exactly the same, still talks like he's teasing at you with every word. After all that time, he still brings cake, Kakucho's favorite.

“Come one, let us in already, I was about to pick the lock.”

Yeah, that's Rindou's way of showing that he was worried. Still the same weirdos. So obviously, he lets them in.

Before he understands what's going on, he's sitting at the table with one brother at each side of him, eating cake and talking nonsense. And he's smiling, even laughing at times with their most absurd anecdotes. The scene is so familiar, so comfortable, it's almost like nothing has changed. 'Almost.'

Kakucho doesn't know what happened, but suddenly finds himself unable to breath. He tries, he really tries, because he doesn't want to break in front of anyone. But they aren't just anyone, they have cake and comfort words “Breathe, it's ok Kakucho, we know” and “We're here now, you are not alone anymore”.

So he breaks, he let himself cry in front of these weirdos that share his pain, his lost. In front of what's left of his family, what's left of all that happiness that he doesn't even remember how it felt. He doesn't realize that all this time he has been gripping his necklace, the one with a hanafuda image that they know all too well. The one that used to be one of Izana's earrings.

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Kakucho would never know how they knew it. The Haitanis always seem to have a sixth sense or something, because they show up unannounced like they always did. The strange thing is that they seem to know that this time Izana is going to welcome them, without beatings or cruel words. They seem to sense that their king is starting to get better and he can't be more thankful, hoping that maybe this is what Izana needs.

He's not wrong, but he's also not right. Izana isn't quiet there most of the time, but at least he eats, talks and even has a smile sometimes. It's not he's real smile, his eyes don't show any emotions, it still looks unhinged. But even if it's a weird smile, he does it more when the brothers are there, so Kakucho thinks that's good. 'He just needs more time, that's all, this has to be a good sign, right? Yep, one day he will really smile again, I'm sure.'

Kakucho definitely likes having the Haitani brothers around. They are more than friends, they are family.

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Kakucho didn't want to follow South, he only have one king and he will never betray him. He ends up in Rokuhara after that monster beats the shit out of him, but that doesn't mean his loyal to that gang. He put his life ( and his heart ) in the hands of another man a long time ago.

It's actually much easier than he expected, being back in this live, the fights, the adrenaline. Maybe that is all he knows how to do or maybe he doesn't even care anymore, but this makes him feel a little bit more alive than spending day after day hiding in his apartment with only ghosts and a fish for company.

It's different with Mikey and so familiar at the same time that he feels on edge. Every time that he's in a Kanto Manji meeting he has to control himself or he would freak out ( unconsciously grasping his necklace trying to calm down ).

Looking at Mikey gets him deja-vu. Really bad deja-vu, if he has to be honest.

The invincible is falling, Kakucho can see him fall into the darkness, exactly as he saw before. That's what scares him most, that he already learned how this ends. But he can't run away ( even if sometimes that's all that he wants ). Kakucho can't run away because he knows, he doesn't know how he knows, but he knows Izana wouldn't want him to leave Mikey. Or maybe he's just projecting, trying to fix the past by fixing the present.

“You can't save him.”

Of course he has been noticing the look in the older Haitani's face, he's obviously worried, but he didn't expect that. He wasn't prepared for that.

“What?”

“You can't save Mikey, not from himself. Stop it, you need to start thinking about what do you want for a while.”

There is more, things that Ran never says, but Kakucho listens anyway. The unspoken words keep floating around them 'You can't save him, the same way that you couldn't save Izana.'

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At the beginning, Kakucho was happy of seeing Izana taking care of himself again. Starting to be open to people, to life, once more.

Now, he's just worried. Really worried. He realized that Izana's only motor is revenge, that he's getting really obsessed with Mikey. Izana is falling into darkness, a little bit more every day. His smiles are not real, his beautiful purple eyes never catch up with them. He looks deranged, completely unhinged every time that he starts talking about his revenge plans.

Kakucho knows that, but he'll follow him anyway. He'll follow Izana because he just wants to see him happy again and if this revenge is what it takes, he'll follow his king. Izana isn't drinking and sleeping all day anymore, so he hopes that maybe, he just needs time for smiling again. A real smile, like before. If Kakucho have to follow him to hell for being able to see this smile once more, he'll do it happily.

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It's even worst the day that Rindou finally snaps, just before the battle with Toman 2nd Generation. They're alone, just trying to keep themselves entertained with some video game, trying very hard ( and failing ) not to think about tomorrow.

“Who do you think will die?”

It's just a whisper, so he wants to ignore it, pretending that he didn't hear it until he turns around and sees Rindou's face.

“No one, this time no one is going to die.”

He doesn't believe it, of course, not after watching how Mikey almost killed Takemichi of all people. But he's trying to comfort the other, and probably himself.

“You don't believe that, don't fuck with me!”

Then he realizes. Rindou fucking Haitani is panicking right now, he's having a panic attack and Kakucho doesn't know what to do. So he just keeps listening, hoping that helps. He's definitely not prepared for the next words.

“I... I've been having nightmares since that day, you know? What if... What if Ran tries to protect me like Izana did with you? What if... This time Ran... Shit, I can't even say it out loud, I'm fucking pathetic! But how am I supposed to keep living if that happen? How you keep living with that?”

Kakucho really, really doesn't want to answer that, but he's never seen the younger Haitani like this before, he knows he deserves an answer. He also knows that the only one he can give is not going to help.

“You don't.”

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Kakucho is dying. He knows he is dying, he knows that Sanzu's katana cut is too deep, that there is no way that he could survive this time. He's okay with the idea of his own death, he always thought that the last two years were a cruel and extra time.

But he can't, he can't die yet. Kakucho needs to stop this damn train, he needs to do it or a lot more people is going to die. Not just people, his friends. Shion, Mochi, Takemichi. Not just people, his family. Ran. Rindou. The last survivors of the broken family they had once. The last two people in this whole planet that still remember Izana with affection. Kakucho can't let this happen, he can't let them die without trying until his last breath.

That's when he sees him. Izana.

Izana is here, Kakucho can feel him, he can feel his warm presence by his side once again. He doesn't even have time to think what's happening, when he listens Izana's voice.

“You're still as reckless as ever. Well, that's what makes you, you.”

Izana smiles and puts his hand in top of Kakucho's own hand. He can feel Izana's strength going through his body.

“I'll help you out, Kakucho.”

Just like that, they are able to stop the train. Together, like they always should be. They did it, they saved their family. And now, Kakucho is finally letting go, allowing himself to die. He's not afraid anymore, he's just happy that he could see Izana one last time. He's dying, but he's dying with a warm smile. Kakucho is finally reunited with the love of his live.

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Kakucho never knew when he started to feel that for Izana. Maybe it was always there, maybe his feelings just changed and grew into something different at the same time that he was growing. But he could pinpoint without any doubt the exact moment when he realized that he was in love with his king.

The day that he saw him “better” again after Shinichiro's death. Izana just cut his hair and wanted to do a big entrance with his new Tenjiku's uniform. He was showing it to Kakucho, his arms opened and allowing him to see the whole view. His earrings dancing with him again every time he moved.

Kakucho knew it. Like and instant revelation, he felt that he just found the missing piece of a puzzle that he didn't even realized he was doing. Kakucho was doomed.

He wanted too much, he couldn't ask that from the older boy, but he still couldn't avoid it. He wouldn't ask, he'll keep following him until the end, just like always. He was sure that be by Izana's side will be enough. At that time, he thought this was the best decision, he still didn't knew that never confessing his feelings to Izana will be his last regret.

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Kakucho opens his eyes, looking around and feeling completely disoriented. He's laying on a king size bed, the other side showing signs that some one was sleeping here too. He touches his chest, not understanding why there isn't a wound there. A scar, at least. But nothing.

Suddenly, he realizes that his necklace is not there. He's about to panic, thinking that he lost Izana's earring forever. Until he hears it, a soft voice calling his name. The sound of footsteps entering the room.

The scarred boy wants to punch himself, because this can't be. But he recognizes this voice, he would recognizes this particular footsteps anywhere.

“Kakucho? Are you awake or are you going to start acting like Ran and sleep forever?”

Izana enters the room, looking even more ethereal than ever. A smug face and playful tone. But he looks... Older. It's subtle, little details than some one who didn't know him as his servant does, wouldn't notice. But Kakucho does it. His king looks exactly like he kept growing up during the last two years.

“I-Izana? Are you real?”

Is just a whisper, he's too afraid that if he talks, he would break this illusion, this dream. But it's more than enough for Izana's face changes into one of worry, quickly sitting on the bed by Kakucho's side, a gentle hand on his forehead.

“Are you okay? You look sick... I can call Manjiro and tell him we can't go to the lunch this week.”

Izana's voice is so soft, his tone of concern so genuine, his warm hand on Kakucho's face so comforting... That he breaks. He starts crying like a little kid, hugging him, clinging onto him like his life depended on it (it does).

“Kakucho? Kakucho, look at me.”

A gentle touch on his chin forces him to look directly into Izana's eyes. An intense gaze staring directly at him, trying to analyze what the hell is happening. The hand moving softly to wipe his tears. But there's something in those violet eyes, something different. Like they had less walls, as if the usual storm that Kakucho always saw on them was calmer.

So, without even thinking about it, Kakucho just says the words. No more regrets.

"I love you, Izana.”

He whispers, before talking again, this time more firmly.

“I love you. So you can't die, because I love you. You have to promise to me that you'll not die."

Izana stares at him, a puzzled look on his face. 'Well, that's not the worst reaction ever, right?'

"I know that, idiot. We've been dating for almost a year now, you don't need to act so fucking intense about it. What the hell is wrong with you today?”

The words sound blunt, but there's so much affection behind them, that Kakucho just melts with it. Specially, when Izana ruffles his hair. A small gesture that says a lot more.

And that's when he finally gets it. This gesture, all the gentle touches, all the non-verbal things that his king is saying... They aren't new. It was always there. This was always Izana's love language. It was always there. But Kakucho never understood until now, because he never thought he deserved this love.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong, Izana.”

He answers, a bright smile on his face. Feeling lighter than ever. Of course, the older boy is not buying it, an interrogation look on his eyes. Kakucho just laughs at this, throwing his head like a little kid, unable to content so much happiness. So much life.

Until he looks through the windows and he sees it. It's starting to snow outside.

“It's snowing.”

Izana's whole expression changes with this words. His face lighting up with excitement. A genuine smile on it.

A real smile. One that makes Kakucho notices that this time, he can actually see the snow. The red is gone. Izana is there, holding his hand and smiling at him. Looking ethereal but at the same time, so real. So tangible. So alive.

The red is gone.

Izana is there.

The snow makes Kakucho happy again.

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[heaven-s-black-box]

Cult of the Dragon- Izana x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: February 3rd, 2024

Description: Izana is the lone survivor of his village after an attack by the bishops of the old faith, will he strike a deal with Death for revenge?

Notes: I've been playing cult of the lamb... I reeeaaalllyyy like it. I might make a part two

Word count: 719

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He’s waiting for the pain. For the blade of the ax to swing down on him. For it to sever his head from his shoulder. He’s waiting to see them again.

Shinichiro.

Mikey.

Emma.

He’ll see them soon. He’ll be dead soon.

It doesn’t hurt, at least he doesn’t think so. Maybe he’s just numb, maybe it should hurt, but he doesn’t even register the blade slicing through his skin… then the muscle… then the bone, then the nerve-

He wakes up on a cloud.

He wakes up in a land of blinding light.

He wakes up to a voice, hoarse from disuse, calling out to him.

“Come now, this is not where you die, you still may be of some use.”

His body feels heavy and his neck is stiff, the cloud beneath him reminds him of his bed; it reminds him of how Mikey and Emma would sneak in when Shin was out late into the night for work. He’s supposed to be with them now. He’s supposed to be dead.

The voice, hoarse and booming, speaks again.

“You may take however long you wish, however the longer you take, the longer it will be before you may see your family once more.”

At that he forces his eyes open, ignoring the stinging dryness and the bright light that floods his vision. His eyelids had done little to filter it, but it was even more disruptive without the dark shield.

His body stings in protest as he pushes himself up into a sitting position, his weight leaning back on his hands, and he rolls his neck out. Once he’s found some level of comfort, he takes in the being before him.

They tower above him, wrapped in tattered robes and old iron chains. Rust bleeds into the white robes leaving ugly brown streaks reminiscent of the blood that would cover his and Mikey’s knees after every tumble in the woods around their village. The torn white cloth reminds him of the old dress Shin had bought and fixed up for Emma. It reminds him of where he’s not, and why he even bothered to sit up.

“Hello,” the being speaks, voice warming up with use. “I see I’ve finally garnered your attention.”

“Who are you?”

A wry smile spreads across the beings face.

“Must you ask such obvious questions?”

“Death,” he says after a moment of thought, his brain slowly catching up with everything.

“I will give you life once more,” Izana’s brows furrowed as a scowl pulled at his lips, “in exchange you will begin a cult in my name.”

“And why would I do that?” He snapped.

The veil that shielded Death’s face did little to hide the way their face scratched in annoyance at the interruption.

“In exchange, I offer you two prizes. The first, revenge against those who slaughtered you and your family. The Heretic bishops. My… siblings.” Izana couldn’t quite decide if their tone was one of disgust or something akin to remorse. “The other, once you have eliminated them, I will return you to your siblings in the afterlife.”

Izana slowly made his way to his feet, feeling the blood flow back through his body. He stumbled in his steps, approaching a pentagram that lay before Death. Death, who was offering him both revenge and eternal rest for the price of… what? Living just a bit longer? That really was the hardest part here, wasn’t it? Being apart from his siblings just a little longer.

Starting a cult in their name wouldn’t be easy, but did he have the strength to live alone?

“Tell me, Izana Kurokawa, do we have a deal?”

Looking down, Izana finds himself at the edge of the pentagram.

How badly did he want revenge? Bad enough to leave his family waiting for him? Bad enough to make a deal with death? To run a cult in their name?

His body moves before he can stop it, stepping over the red lines into the center of the pentagram. The lines begin to glow as soon as he stills, red waves bubbling up and down as they circled him.

“Deal.”

The last thing he sees is a smug smirk on Death’s face before everything goes dark, and he wakes up on the grassy floor of a small clearing.

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[izana-fanfics]

Se Acabó (Izana x GN!Reader Oneshot

A/n: This is a repost from my other account @/tokyo-revengers-writings. (Title translation: It's over)

Warnings: Mental health issues, breakup, slow descent into madness, cursing

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Izana's apartment was quiet, with the exception of the general Yokohama bustle. The home was dark, the only illumination coming from the window in the living room. The whole apartment could pass as abandoned in the state it was in, if not for the man sitting on the couch. Without them, Izana had nothing else to do other than sit and ponder his existence. His brain and heart were decaying. Izana Kurokawa: Yokohama's greatest empty vesstle.

His eyes were vacant, a distant reminder of who he used to be - he was beyond pity from others. He missed every inch of their being, from the way they called him over to how gentle they were with him, no matter how awful he was. He wanted help, he knew deep down he needed help, but Izana couldn't bring himself for help. He was Izana Kurokawa, Yokohama's greatest gang leader! He wasn't weak, help was weak.

He missed them with every ounce of his being, although he knew he could never admit it. Izana kept replaying the scenario in his head; he couldn't help but remind himself of the dispair they left him in. Of course, he knew they were warented. Izana knew how horrible he treated them, but he figured since they always treated him with nothing but gentle pushback and genuine concern that they would be okay.

Wrong.

"I'm sick of your shit, Izana!" They blurted out one day, Izana could never remember what triggered the response.

"What the fuck did I do now?" Izana responded, "Every fucking day, you just keep nagging me! Leave me alone every once in a while, huh?!"

They closed their eyes and took a deep breath, "You want me to leave you alone? Fine, I can leave you alone for a long while if that's what you want outta me."

Izana watched them go into their bedroom and haphazardly shove clothes into a suitcase, tears streaming down their face as they grabbed their precious belongings. He made no effort to stop them, he figured it was a sick joke to make him apologize.

They emerged from the bedroom in a few moments with their bag and walked to the front door. Izana still figured it was a joke to teach him something. He never did realize until it was too late.

They turned around to face Izana for the last time, "Se acabó, Izana. Se acabó."

Those words stuck in Izana's mind for the rest of time, nestling into his head and reminding him every second of every day.

"Se acabó."

"Se acacó.."

"Se acabó..."

~~~

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[airbendertendou]

more than just ♡ izana kurokawa

synopsis : tenjiku are tired of it. his siblings are tired of it. please just tell izana how you feel.

cw ; izana calls reader bun / bunny, mentions of his poor upbringing, essentially a songfic ‘ew cringe’ idc ill bite you <3

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You were rocking on your heels as you stood in front of Izana's apartment. He had told you he'd be down soon, but your nerves were getting the best of you as time ticked away. Finally, the door behind you opened and you could smell his sweetened cologne he never left the house without. You turned and frowned at him, "took you long enough, pretty boy."

"Perfection takes time, Y/N." Izana shrugged without a care. He casually swung his arm around your shoulders, stuffing his left hand in his pocket. "That's what Ran says, at least."

"Of course he does," you muttered to yourself. Grabbing his hand that dangled on your shoulder, you intertwined your fingers and snuggled closer to him. Peaking at him through the corner of your eye, you wonder if he was told the plan. "Have any cravings?"

Izana hums in thought, throwing his head back to look up at the sky. Tilting it back and forth he finally makes eye contact with you. Smiling, he answers. "Some tea, maybe? Not in the mood for coffee today."

"The usual, then?"

With a nod, Izana leads you to your usual café. He has no clue what's happening. You side-eye him again to make sure and Izana really seems clueless. You let out a sigh of relief. Honestly, you'd expected Kakucho to at least hint at your plan. Ran or Shion would've told on you just because they could. But, Izana had no idea and you could finally relax.

Sitting at your favorite table, you sneak your phone out to confirm your plans. You'd ordered a few sweets to go with your drinks, forcing Izana to taste the cake you'd chosen just for him. He hums in appreciation, spooning another bite into his mouth. After taking a sip of his drink, he speaks up again. "What should we do after this? Go back to my place and watch Matilda?"

A smile grows on your face at the mention of his favorite movie. A childlike glee always lit up his lilac colored eyes when magic was on the screen. That smile saddened when you realized why Izana liked Matilda so much — why he related to such an unfair story. "I thought about staying here for a bit. It's open mic day today... thought about singing."

"Oh?" Izana perks up at the new information. He loved to hear you sing — loved when you would soothe his darker thoughts and lull him into a sleep on bad nights with your voice. "What's the occasion?"

You shrug with a secretive smile, "just feel like it, I guess. Do you mind?"

"Would never say no to hearing you sing, bun."

——♥︎——

It's not that you were dating. You weren't, no matter how much you and Izana wanted to be. He was too dangerous, he'd say — lived a life that was too unreliable and hazardous for people like you. You always danced on that line, though — never crossing past just friends but tinkering on the edge of more.

Reaching across the table and tapping your hand, Izana steals a sip of the drink you'd gotten. He scrunches his nose in distaste, looking at you like you'd personally offended him. Laughing, you spoke through giggles, "you're dramatic, pretty boy."

"You call me that so much," he rolls his eyes. Taking another bite of cake, Izana narrows his eyes at you. "Starting to think it's an insult, bunny."

"As if your nickname for me is any better?"

"Bunnies are cute," he shrugs. You ignore the warmth crawling up your skin — just like you ignore the darkening of Izana's cheeks. "Seems fitting."

Your name is called before you can respond, calling your attention to the stage. It was your turn, it seemed. The café's door rings signaling someone else walked in — Izana scowls, so you know they've arrived.

With a deep sigh, the white haired boy slumps in his chair at the ruckus at the front of the store. "Why are they here? Did you invite them?"

"Maybe. Be right back!"

Izana mumbles something about you being a "mischievous little bunny," but you're too far away to respond. High-fiving Shion as you pass, you show Kakucho where you and Izana sat. The Tenjiku boys crowd around the table, greeting their king joyfully and not being deterred by his scowl in the slightest.

You grab the guitar you see on stage, glad Rindou grabbed it like you'd asked him to. Clearing your throat, you adjust yourself on the stool and make sure the microphone is at the proper height.

[now playing : pretty boy by lennon stella]

"I wanna dive deep underneath your depths," you sing. Izana's attention is brought to you immediately as he sits up in his seat. He's tapping his fingers on the table along with your strumming, eyes focused completely on you. "Been tryna make you more — more than just a pretty boy."

That was his name. You called him pretty boy and no one else. Izana can feel his breath catch in his throat as his eyes widen — you were singing to him, weren't you? Beside him, Ran is giggling and teasing him, but Izana doesn't hear it. Your voice rings around his head and the café you're in. "And this time would be the first that you'll be more — more than just a pretty boy."

"Do you remember when you said if I saw your trouble, I'd be scared?" Your eyes are closed as you sing, afraid to see the look on his face. It's a confession — you don't care how he acts or what he does, you just want him. You love Izana and you need to tell him now more than ever. "Oh, do you think I can't handle what's going on inside? Pretty boy..."

Your song comes to an end and Izana had finally caught his breath when you look at him, causing him to lose it again. His eyes are clouded with tears he refused to let fall. He'd never felt so loved — so important and thought about before you. He should give up his heart — it's always been yours, anyways.

But before Izana can run to you, you begin to strum your guitar again.

[now playing : matilda by harry styles]

You were beyond nervous for this song. It was for Izana — it was about Izana. But, Mucho had snuck you a thumbs up and Mochi was smiling at you in encouragement. Taking a deep breath, you exhale your worries. "...so you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal."

Izana isn't sure, but he thinks this song is for him, too. Putting his elbow on the table, he leans his chin on his fist and tries to act unaffected. Izana fakes indifference — that's what he's good at — but his heart and his eyes are stinging with emotions he won't release.

And then you name his favorite movie and he knows. Izana knows this is for him and he can no longer choke back his feelings. "Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright. But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside..."

"You're just in time, make your tea and your toast." With a nod to the barista you'd talked to days prior, she props up the café's projector. Rindou is beside her, a USB port in his hand. Ran is grinning as he leans against the table, his newly purchased camcorder out and ready to film everything.

"You can start a family who will always show you love." On the screen behind you, it shows pictures of them. There's Kakucho, who's grinning with an apron on as Izana is seen fussing at him in the background. Ran and Rindou are beaten, getting patched up by their leader. Shion is copying the kick Izana is doing ; Mucho behind them idly. Mochi is seen carrying take-out bags, Izana beside him handing them out to his members.

And then there's you. You're beside Izana as you're both playing guitars, fond smiles on as you look anywhere but at each other.

There are more pictures but Izana's eyes are too watery to see them all. The slide-show continues with your song, showing candid interactions between him, the Tenjiku members, and you. "You can let it go... You don't have to be sorry, no."

Polite claps are what breaks Izana from his thoughts. He hunches over, hiding his teary appearance in his elbow as his shoulders shake. Apprehensively, you approach him. Looking at your friends, they encourage you to talk to him. "Z? You okay? ...was it too much?"

Without speaking, Izana's right arm shoots out and pulls you into him. He's sniffling into your neck now, his arms in a vice grip around your hips. Heaving breaths sound like sobs, but he's calming down slowly — you're raking your hand through his hair.

"Thank you," he mumbles into your neck. Placing a kiss there — it makes you melt — Izana let's out a shuddering breath. "Love you. Love you so much, bun."

Smiling gently, you press a kiss to the side of his head. "Love you more, pretty boy."

——♥︎—— two posts in one day omg i cried while writing this <3 my sweet boy ): deserved so much better )): anyways thank you for reading n sorry if i hurt your feelings <<33

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[notiddygxthgf]

SHORT FIC???

I want to write a filthy ass one shot...

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Plugged Up

Pairings: Izana x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, dom!reader, sub/bottom!Izana, sex toys, vibrators, urethral play, edging, overstimulation

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: This is a fun little Izana request to kick off my non-spooky fics again. Hope you all enjoy seeing this pretty boy get wrecked ❤️

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With his muscles tensed and eyes shut tight, Izana threw his head over the back of the chair as another orgasm drew closer. Digging into his palms roughly as that climax that he desperately needed was ripped away from him so cruelly

This wasn't really your plan. You were just going to tie up your partner and edge him for a bit, stroking him over and over while denying a release until he begged with tears running down those pretty brown cheeks. After Izana came within the first two minutes though, you had a change of heart

Since your eager boy couldn't stop himself from cumming, you'd simply plug his hole up. All of his holes actually; inserting a vibrating plug into his tight ass, a ball gag into his noisy mouth, and a nice metal rod in his dick

“I told you not to cum, angel. Shoulda listened.” You replied in a sing-song tone. The playful smirk on your face sends shivers up your partner's spine, shaking his head as the remote in your hand clicks and the vibrations inside of him become even more intense. Izana choked out some pitiful, muffled plea as his cock twitched within your grasp, far too sensitive from being squeezed and stroked vigorously while it was stuffed with a sounding rod to prevent another release without your permission

The overstimulated man swallowed dryly, his body slumping on the chair after you had turned the vibrator off. The relief only extended so far since you hadn't stopped stroking him yet, using one hand to glide up and down his shaft and the other to lovingly touch his thigh. Izana was swept up in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, unsure of how to deal with the harsh treatment to all of his holes and his cock while you caressed his body and leaned forward to kiss his face. Soft lips connecting with his neck paired with a light slap to his dick was just too much!

“I know you'll be good for me, right Izana? You won't cum again until I say so?” Some instinct buried deep within his hazy mind forced him to nod his head, blinking away salty tears as he met your expectant gaze. Even though his thighs were trembling, on the verge of shooting cum onto his chest because of your nonstop handjob, the smile spreading across your face made his heart flutter

Fingers brushed against Izana's hip bone on your way to grab his waist, whispering against his ear, “I know you will, you're my good boy. My good boy, yeah? I can do whatever I want to this beautiful body, right?” Izana moaned around the gag in his mouth, nodding along to every question while his hips thrust into your fist with a mind of their own

“You like when I take control, don't you?” You breathed against Izana's sensitive neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses across his shoulders. Pathetic whines fell from him when you sneakily turned on the vibrator again, turning it up as high as it could go and watching his reaction with a sadistic gleam in your eyes. Your darling's stomach tightened as he, once again, neared his climax. Grinding down onto the chair and digging his heels into the floor, painfully hard yet unable to do anything with the metal plugging up his throbbing cock

“Oh? What's wrong, baby? Is it too much?” You pretended to be sympathetic towards your partner's frustration. Another frantic shake of his head and a broken sob prompted you to play with his tip while retorting, “Too bad~”

Izana seemingly broke after that, begging for mercy with gorgeous teary eyes while you giggled at his desperation. Tapping the bit of metal sticking out of his cock and teasing him by pulling the rod out just a tiny bit, then pushing it back in while he cried at having his only relief snatched away

After a little more teasing you felt as though Izana had taken enough punishment. The plug in his ass promptly calmed down to a low buzz, enough to still feel that it was on but not nearly as overwhelming as the sensation had been for a while. Tilting your lover's chin up with a soft touch, you asked, “D'you wanna cum now, Izana? Did you learn your lesson?”

With shaky breath he moaned an ‘mhm’, batting his wet lashes at you and leaning into your touch. The extra adorableness earned Izana a kiss to the plastic lodged in between his lips; a teasing gesture that caused a small whine to escape. The brush of your lips against his was pleasant even if it was barely noticeable through so much drool

“Alright, baby. I'm gonna pull the rod out now, you ready?” You questioned, cupping Izana's face. Again he nodded, and you slowly removed the intrusion from his dick, teasing him a little more by pushing it back almost all the way in before removing it fully. With nothing to block the way, Izana would finally be able to release everything pent up inside from your mean teasing. What the naive man didn't realize is that you weren't going to stop until you had drained every last drop of cum out of him

That initial release nearly caused Izana to fall forward, inevitably taking the chair that he was still tied to with him, had you not been quick enough to stop him. The force of his orgasm was enough to knock the wind from his lungs, shooting thick ropes all over his chest and dribbling down your fingers as you squeezed more out of him

The second release after that one was just as intense. With sweat dripping onto his soft thighs as he realized that you planned on making him cum over and over. Izana's brows knitted together while the plug in his ass gradually worked back up to a high intensity, causing his muscles to clench around the toy while your lips wrapped around his cock, focussing only on the red tip and pulling off right before another cumshot could fill your mouth

The third and final release was a bit pitiful to watch, but also hot as hell. As Izana's head hung down in exhaustion, soft cries reached your ears. You tilted your head up to find your lover almost passed out, with his eyes glossed over and tear streaks covering his face, whimpering like a dog while you rubbed his inner thighs. “Aw honey, don't give out just yet. Gimme one more, I know you can do that for me.”

In his semi-conscious state, Izana quietly moaned some agreement. Through his exhaustion he managed to buck his hips into your fist, meeting every downward stroke until that tight feeling within his core signaled the end of this backhanded reward. It was almost a dry orgasm as his previous three climaxes had drained him completely, but you forced it out of him anyways. Going back to suck on Izana's already marked up neck while your cum-coated hand stroked the head of his cock, thumbing over the slit which earned a small whimper from your baby before his last load spurted out

After Izana's muscles were visibly relaxed, you turned off the vibe in his hole and stood up to begin untying him. Removing the gag first and wiping the spit from his lips then placing a quick kiss to them. “Hey, stay awake for just one more minute, Izana. Just long enough for me to untie you, 'kay?”

“Y-yeah...ok...” He whispered, already succumbing to sleep after your strenuous activity. So you did your best to be swift without hurting him, removing the ropes and scooping your boyfriend up in your arms before he ever had the chance to fall out of the chair. What followed next was a barrage of kisses and gentle praise while you cleaned and then wrapped Izana up in one of your hoodies before cuddling on the couch for a while

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[haruchuiyo]

TOKYO REVENGERS

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haitani brothers

haitani brothers : fluff, slightly suggestive

hot kisses : nsfw with some fluff with the haitani brothers (separate)

first kiss : fluff, slightly suggestive

ran haitani

not going anywhere : fluff, tad bit suggestive

gentle : nsfw

i should have kissed you : friends to lovers, fluff

kisses and more kisses : fluff, suggestive

sleepy kisses : suggestive, fluff

sweet morning : fluff

nobody’s sweet business : nsfw

husband!ran : sfw hcs

rindou haitani

red camellia : short arranged marriage scenario, suggestive

feel the love : established relationship, suggestive/fluff

very sweet : fluff, slight suggestive

husband!rindou : sfw hcs

fulfilling first times : nsfw

hanma shuji

pampering you cute : nsfw

a soft admiration : fluff

sanzu haruchiyo

one night marriage : nsfw

tattoo kisses : nsfw with sanzu and mikey (seperate)

ardor : oneshot

sweet and good : nsfw

black lace lingerie : nsfw

ken ryuguji

doubt : oneshot/hcs

rough impulse : nsfw

pretty warm feeling : nsfw

mikey sano

tattoo kisses : nsfw with mikey and sanzu (seperate)

kakucho

raid : nsfw

more than words could say : fluff, one shot

izana kurokawa

all yours : suggestive

hakkai shiba

f*ck you senseless : nsfw

wakasa imaushi

a sweet touch : suggestive, fluff

come clean : angst, fluff

husband!wakasa : sfw hcs

bonten

satisfaction : bonten and their reaction to a s/o who can fight

bang and hang / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / last part : a crack fic series with the bonten x gen z reader (legal) - complete

affection : fluff with bonten

ready to help : small crack scenario

all of tokyo.rev (at least some)

act of love : fluff

act of love [2] : fluff

act of love [3] : fluff

act of love [4] : fluff

the men being cute [1] : fluff

the men being cute [2] : fluff

a lovely voice : fluff

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[mitsuyeaah]

TR MASTERLIST

✧ — smut/suggestive MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

♡ — fluff ✩ — angst

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ONESHOTS

HARUCHIYO SANZU

undivided attention ✧♡✩

devil in disguise ✧

one-sided hatred ✧

strawberries and cream ✧♡

spectrum ✧

RINDOU HAITANI

shameless ✧♡✩

spectrum ✧

RAN HAITANI

pretty things ✧✩

SHUJI HANMA

muse ✧♡✩

IZANA KUROKAWA

spark of love ✧✩

DRABBLES

HARUCHIYO SANZU

high up in the skies ✩

starry night ✧

study session ✧

eclipse ✧ (self ship)

mean and filthy ✧

RINDOU HAITANI

use your words ✧

passenger princess ✧

late nights, heavier weights ♡

RAN HAITANI

the good kind of different ♡

passenger princess ✧

my present ✧

misdemeanour ✧

mean and filthy ✧

TAKASHI MITSUYA

sit back and relax ♡

just you ✩♡

SHUJI HANMA

work my magic ♡

after party ✧

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

more? ✧

IZANA KUROKAWA

like this, forever ♡

backstage pass ✧

KAKUCHO

backstage pass ✧

HEADCANONS/IMAGINES

♧ — headcanons ♤ — imagines

ALL

sorting tr characters in hogwarts houses ♧

love languages of tr characters ♧♡

tr characters reacting to “is this seat taken? ♧♡

tr characters reacting to a pick up line ♧♡

tr characters reacting to you obsessing over a male celeb ♧♡

HARUCHIYO SANZU

phone call ♤✧

during orgasm ♤✧

in bed ♤♡

shopping ♤♡

his scars ♤✧

from behind ♤✧

misunderstandings ♧♡

a lingering connection ♧✩

birthday sex ♤✧

voicemail ♤✩

pretty ♤♡

corruption kink ♧✧

RINDOU HAITANI

rindou’s type ♧♡

his love language ♧♡

at the gym ♧♡

gym buddy ♧♡

misunderstandings ♧♡

RAN HAITANI

manicure ♧✧

teaching you ♤✧

wine tasting ♤♡

lip balm ♧♡

on his chest ♤✧

misunderstandings ♧♡

TAKASHI MITSUYA

needy! mitsuya ♤✧

new pleasures ♧✧

SHUJI HANMA

body length mirror ♧✧

itadakimasu ♧✧

ride ♧✧

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

touch starved ♤✧

sub! kazutora ♤✧

handcuffs ♤✧

late night shenanigans ♧♡

MANJIRO ‘MIKEY’ SANO

late night shenanigans ♧♡

KEN ‘DRAKEN’ RYUGUJI

new pleasures ♧✧

SOUYA KAWATA

shy ♤♡

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