izuru kamukura x reader ! - nsfw
nsfw tags: overstimulation, dacryophilia, cunninglingus, edging, begging, dom/sub themes, light degradation, etc.
“you're crying again," izuru noted, his voice flat as his red eyes flicked down to the tears streaking your cheeks. his fingers traced the wet trails with detached curiosity, as if cataloguing the sensation for future reference. you shuddered under his touch; cold and almost synical. how did you even get into this position?
the bed creaked faintly as he shifted, his long hair pooling around you both like spilled ink. "does it hurt?" he questioned, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer.
your breath hitched, fingers twisting into the sheets as his other hand trailed lower, deliberate and unhurried. the contrast between his impassive gaze and the heat coiling low in your stomach was maddening. not only that, but the pace he touched you at was brutally slow, and he knew that.
"p-please.." you whimpered, arching into his touch despite yourself. he tilted his head, analyzing the way your body reacted, the way your voice broke around his name. in a way, it was all data to him, another variable in an equation he'd long since solved.
yet, when his thumb pressed just shy of where you needed him most, between the walls and the bundle of nerves that sent shocks throughout your whole body, you sobbed, overstimulated and trembling.
izuru exhaled, almost bored. "you're predictable," he murmured, but his grip tightened around you, his fingers plunging in and out of your slick-coated walls had you quivering beneath him. "but... interesting." it was the closest he'd ever come to praise.
his fingers curled inside you, slow and relentless, drawing another broken sob from your throat. his other hand traced lazy circles around your clit, never quite giving you what you needed; just enough to make your hips jerk uselessly against his palm.
"i-izuru - !”you choked out, nails digging into his forearm, but he didn’t react beyond a slight tilt of his head, watching your thighs tremble with detached fascination. in those red orbs of his, there was a hint of amusement, and a flicker of something much more.
you were exposed in every way; bare beneath him while he remained fully clothed, his suit jacket still draped over his shoulders like armor. the contrast was humiliating: your skin flushed and glistening with sweat, your legs spread obscenely wide, while he looked pristine, untouched. his tie even remained perfectly knotted. for some reason, he liked (maybe even loved) seeing you like this the most, at your most vulnerable.
"say it properly." he commanded, his voice low. his fingers slowed to an agonizing crawl, and you whimpered, thrashing.
“o-oh, pl-please .. please let me cum, izu ..!" you begged, voice cracking, a few tears spilling over your flushed cheeks. he paused, considering. then, with a satisfied hum, he nodded, his lips pressing behind your ear.
“good girl.”
your vision whited out, back arching violently as pleasure tore through you in waves. izuru's fingers didn't stop, didn't relent, if anything he merely pressed deeper, curling in time with your convulsions as you sobbed, overstimulated and trembling. "how fascinating," he murmured, watching your thighs shake with clinical detachment.
before you could catch your breath, his weight shifted. you let out a small squeal as he flipped you onto your back with effortless ease, spreading your legs wider before settling between them.
"w-what are you doing - ?" you stammered, beyond flustered, propping yourself back on your elbows, attempting to close your thighs.
izuru didn’t reply at first, simply tilting his head as he studied the slick mess between your thighs, forcing them apart with his hands.
“don’t hide from me.” his comment sent shivers down your spine, his red eyes half - lidded as he gazed up at you from between your thighs, a thumb lowering to spread apart those tight, glistening folds.
“you didn’t think we were finished, did you?”
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