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May I request a little Drabble where Izaya fucks his gf in his coat? (She’s completely naked only wearing the coat)
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Izaya fucks you in his coat (NSFW)
Pairing: Orihara Izaya x Reader (f)
Contents: Smut; dirty talk; fingering; cum eating; semi-clothed sex
A/N: I finally got around to this LOL I think I’m actually pretty awful at NSFW so I hope this is okay. :,)
Word Count: 1.2k
Izaya is a busy man and his work frequently takes him all over the city. It is rare that Izaya comes home before the sun has long set.
Naturally, you often find yourself bored when you’re left alone in his luxurious apartment—you can only watch the same anime reruns for so many hours, afterall.
On one such boring night alone, you have the idea to try on one of Izaya’s infamous fur-trimmed coats, taking advantage of how Izaya had left the piece of outerwear at home due to the recent hot weather.
You crane your neck to catch a glimpse of your back in the mirror, admiring how the fuzzy edges of the coat brush against your upper thighs, just barely covering your small pajama shorts. You felt giddy and, somehow, a little dangerous. Wearing the most distinctive piece of clothing of the infamous Orihara Izaya seems to have that effect on people.
For a moment you consider how lucky you are. No one else in the world—except maybe his sisters—would ever have the opportunity to snoop through Izaya’s closet, let alone actually wear his favorite clothing item.
You’re leaning back smugly with your hands in your pocket as a clear mimicry of one of Izaya’s frequent poses when a voice speaks up behind you.
“Well, well, what do we have here~?”
The deepness sends shivers down your spine and you spin around in apparent horror to face the man you didn’t expect to be around for at least another few hours.
“I-Izaya,” you stutter back weakly.
Your face is flushed with embarrassment at having been caught so very obviously stealing your boyfriend’s clothing for some poor attempt at cosplay in the bedroom mirror. Perhaps it would be better if he were the type to get angry, you think as you watch his vermilion eyes very slowly racking up and down your body, but instead you know Izaya to be the type who enjoys to tease rather than punish. He will undoubtedly never let you live this down.
“I’m almost jealous,” Izaya lilts, taking a step forward until your bodies are close enough to feel each other’s body heat. He occupies your personal spacing, leaving no room to look away so you’re forced to look at his chest, covered in the soft black fabric of a t-shirt slightly clinging to his chest from sweat.
The coat suddenly feels much warmer than it did before.
“You look better in it than I do,” he coos, raising one hand to brush against your cheek gently.
The action would be cute if it were anyone else but the wide smirk on Izaya’s face promises much darker intentions.
“Y’know, wearing your boyfriend’s clothes like this—it’s kind of erotic.”
His other hand brushes against the back of your bare thigh and your breath hitches.
“Nee, you planned this didn’t you? You’re so sly, Y/n-chan,” Izaya accuses, pressing forward until your back meets the wall and you’re physically pressed against him. The contrast of the hard planes of his lean muscle against your soft body can be felt even between the thick coat you wear and it makes you feel light-headed.
The hand on your cheek tilts your head up so that he can capture your lips. The intensity he bears leaves no room for you to even attempt to fight for dominance and your mind nearly blanks and you allow him to ravage you, his tongue claiming every corner of your mouth as his own.
When he finally breaks away you can’t help but to whine pitifully at the loss, your spit-slicked lips rapidly cooling in the open air. He chuckles and it makes something in your gut clench.
“Don’t worry, Y/n-chan, I’ll give you what you want,” he promises, both hands moving to push down the waistband of your shorts.