Could you please do a Izumo x female/inexperienced reader where he seduces her? Maybe she’s in Homra but isn’t related to anyone much? She’s new to all of it so he takes the lead and praises her a lot? Just a lot of seduction and flustered-ness 😳😳😳😳
Either that or a Yata x reader and he’s really tough and maybe gets jealous and picks a fight with someone or beats someone up and they become friends to lovers? Again, no childhood friends or anything but yeah
Thank you so much for your time and I’m so excited!!!!
I decided to do the one for kusanagi because my love for this man is unreal — hope you enjoy!
ৎ୭ — summary : izumo kusanagi uses a rare moment of privacy to seduce and kiss up his s/o
ৎ୭ — genre : miscellaneous
ৎ୭ — warnings : suggestive content // nothing beyond kisses
“I’m telling you, Mr Kusanagi! That damned monkey was asking for it!’’
Agitated shouting bounced off of the walls of the bar where you and a few other HOMRA members sat. As usual, Yata went off on the most recent way in which Saruhiko Fushimi pissed him off. Such a thing seemed to be natural at this point.
“I didn’t say that he wasn’t, Yata. What I did say was that you should use your inside voice. You’ll chase away customers at this rate.’’ Grimaced the bartender who stood behind his beloved bartop with a glass in one hand and a shining cloth in the other. Without a doubt, Yata’s yelling would scare away potential customers who lingered outside - much to Kusanagi’s dismay. “He has a point, Yata.’’ You glance over towards the chestnut-haired teen.
“We’ve all heard this speech before, no need to scream your lungs off.’’ Pursing your lips, you mimic him. “Look, all I’m saying is that -” Bing. Raising his PDA up, he gazes upon the recent notification. “Damn,’’ with a click of his tongue he abruptly stands from the stool. “Benzai just texted, looks like they need help.’’
That was all the boys needed to get up as well and find their way towards the door. “Careful you guys, call for backup if it gets too much.’’ Kusanagi frowns. Recently, it appeared as if their tiffs with the mafia were progressively becoming more and more of a problem. “And don’t do anything stupid!’’ He calls, before releasing a sigh as the door finally closed and silence finally eased its way in.
“You know you’re asking for the impossible, right?’’ You break the quiet as you rest your elbow upon the counter and prop your head upon your hand. “Those boys never seem to stay out of trouble.’’ The two of you exchange a short-lived laugh before he turns to begin preparing the drink you had requested not so long ago.
Whilst he worked, you couldn’t help but admire the way in which he moved - remaining so focused as if he was preparing something of the utmost importance. That was Izumo, for you. He took pride in everything that he did, regardless of how insignificant it may appear to the normal person. Such a thing was one of the many aspects that drew you into him. He was intelligent, and damn it was no secret that he was handsome. A deadly combination.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that staring is rude?”
The train of thoughts completely derails as you pull yourself out of your world of wonder. Were you staring? You hadn’t even realised! In fact, you hadn’t even realised that he was now right in front of you, leaning over the counter so that his face was a mere inches away from yours. Warmth bursts across your cheeks before you can stop yourself, eyes widening in the slightest due to the sudden closeness.
“A-Ah - ! Sorry - I’m. . . I wasn’t staring, Mr Kusanagi!’’ Stumbling over your words, you try to explain yourself. Instead, your gaze drops to the drink that had been set in front of you whilst you were off in la-la land. Perhaps if you denied it enough he would believe your bluff. Alas, all you received in return was one of his signature, lop-sided smirks.
“I’ve told you that you’re allowed to call me Izumo, haven’t I?’’ Pale fingers brush against some of the strands of your hair as he leans in further. “And if you weren’t staring, then what’s with that blush?”’ The pinch to your cheek is enough to draw a whimper from you. Kusanagi loved teasing you and loved flustering you even more so. “Mr K-” You stop, shuddering at the warm feel of his lips hovering near yours.
“Hmm?’’ He hums, a delicate hold now on your jaw. “You’re burning up, doll.’’ With a hushed voice, he grants you the feel of your lips brushing together. “We’re alone, what’re you so worried about?’’ His tone is enough to send your mind racing and at last, your eyes meet his. “ ‘m not worried about anything. . .’’ You murmur, stiff and awaiting from him to make the next move. This proved to be a pattern, he would take lead and render you a blushing mess by the end of it all.
Dazed to the point of the semi-consciousness, you had only half-processed the delicate feel of his kisses tracing along your jaw and down your neck. His free hand caressed the back of your head as he moved along your skin. Such sensation was enough to elicit a breathy noise from you as your hands press against the wood of the bar. “I-Izumo. . .’’ Yet all you receive is a chuckle in response. Vision hazed over, shivers crawling up your spine - you were unsure of where to look, where to put your hands. All of your movements were that of hesitstance and yet, it brought him great amusement. You were adorable.
“Tell me what you want, Y/N.’’ Your name rolled off his tongue in such a wonderful way. Bringing the crux of your fingers to your lips you allow your head to crane in the opposite direction. “I-. . . I. . .’’ With a racing heart, you stammer. “I-. . . I don’t . . . I don’t know. . .” He pulls away, his hold now back on your chin and raising your head so that your gaze was on him and him alone. “What was that?’’ Damn him! He knew exactly what he was doing! He knew just how much this was affecting you.
“I can’t hear you if you speak so softly, dear. Should I give you a second to breathe?’’ Kusanagi begins to pull away, his warm touch leaving your skin and leaving you whining from the loss of contact. “N-No wait!’’ He could all but smirk as your hands snapped forward and gripped onto his wrists, stopping him from parting any further. “Oh?’’ He croons, “so you don’t want me to stop? Is that it?’’
Did he want you to spit it out? Who are you kidding, of course he did. The bartender took great pleasure in having you confess to your desires and yet again, it seemed as though he was fulfilling that notion.
“Y-. . . Yes,’’ you suck in a breath of air. “I. . . I-I don’t want you to stop.’’
That was all he needed to hear. Kusanagi slid arms around you and allowed his hands to grip onto your sides. He hoists you up with such effortlessness that prompts you to yelp as he sets you down onto the counter - swiftly finding himself between your legs. However, the recent shock is quick to melt away into delight when he finally grants you what you had been waiting for. A kiss.
Timidly, you mewl against his lips and sheepishly slide your fingers to his shoulders. Trembling, they curl into the fabric of his signature white shirt - giving you something to grip on as he steals your breath away once more. That was Kusanagi, for you. Your little romance had begun not so long ago, with only a few of the boys truly catching sight of it due to the bartender preferring to keep things private. Throughout your time together he had knocked the air straight out of your lungs on numerous occasions - but you never complained.
“You’re trembling.’’ Comes his breathy whisper as he parts from you in the slightest. “Do I have this effect on you, with kisses alone?’’ His fingers find your jaw yet again, thumb rubbing against the small indent in an attempt to ease your quaking form. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.’’
Contrary to popular belief, you and Kusanagi had yet to take things all the way. Perhaps that is why you were so nervous whenever such acts of intimacy took place. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, of course. Rather, you were uncertain of what to do and when to do it. Right now, he gave you a choice. All you had to do was utter a small refusal and he would immediately back off and quite possibly apologise if he feels as though he overstepped. Yet this time. . . You didn’t want that. You wanted to test the waters.
Patiently waiting for a response, he continues to brush his thumb against your cheek. “No.’’ “Dear?’’ A little taken aback, he questions. With a short inhale you find yourself nodding your head. “No, I. . . I want - I want to continue.’’ A small boost of confidence rushes through you as your hands trace to instead gently cup either side of his neck. “I want you to teach me, Izumo.’’
Silence settled between the two of you and as quick as the confidence came it left within seconds. “Iz-. . . Izumo I -’’ He shushes you, bringing his face near yours once again. “Don’t worry, doll. Just follow my lead, okay?’’ You barely have time to nod before his lips are against your again - drawing the softest of moans from you.
His arm hooks around your waist and promptly brings you further into him, your bodies pressing together in a newfound heat. As your lips danced in the newfound intimacy, Kusanagi allows his hand to give your thigh a small squeeze, pleased with the yelp that he gets out of you. When he parts from you yet again you can do nothing but heave. By now, your arms have looped around his neck and loosely hung over his shoulders as your legs hook around his waist and draw him in closer.
"Look at you," he breathes, lowering his kisses to your neck and soon the swell of your collarbone. "Have I made you that needy?" The groan against your skin sends your mind into a whirlwind of haze.
"I-Izumo," you whimper, neck arching once he begins marking you up. "J-Just. . . Stop teasing me, sh-. . . show me what to do."
And with that, your back pressed against the counter.
