REQUESTED BY: SHSL_hopequeen

A/N: Slightly yandere Izuru here. I hope you like it!

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"A-- aahn!" A whimper, followed by a choked moan. "I-- zu-- ru--!"

"Quiet," a bored-sounding voice followed at a softer tone. "They're still lurking around here. We don't want to alert them to our location."

She nodded jerkily, trying to silence her gasping breaths as he lazily moved his hips beneath her. He was still holding her to his chest, his somewhat-faster heartbeat one of the only indicators of his lust from the outside. His expression was still collected as could be, and from the front you couldn't really tell.

But behind, her skirt was hiked up so that he could warm his cock inside her, every so often shifting so that he could probe a different part of her. It was a hard, deliciously pleasurable feeling to have him so deep inside -- and yet to do it here, when they were still in danger...!

One of his hands trailed to her covered breast, lightly squeezing it. It elicited a sharp gasp from her, and she jerked backwards against him, making his cock squeeze further inside.

Izuru calmly peeked through the doorway before he nodded to her, settling his free hand on her hip and reaching out to softly close the door with a click. "The coast is clear, for now."

With his approval, she let out a low wanton noise, clapping a hand over her mouth as her breathy groans grew in volume. He'd started thrusting in and out again, and her inner walls were beginning to squeeze him deliciously.

He licked his lips, his ruby eyes hooded with lust. She was divine when she was undone, her chest heaving and her face a beautiful dusky pink. Her skin glimmered in the dim lighting with sweat and her eyes were half-lidded, their (e/c) color flickering over to him before looking away.

He guided her back towards his bed while focusing on staying inside of her before laying both of them down. When she was lying on her chest with her hips in the air, he gripped them tighter, the soft uniform skirt crinkling under his large pale hands as he snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside.

(y/n) let out a cry, eyes going wide at the feeling.

"You don't have to hold back," he uttered with a groan, eyes trained on her every shuddering detail. "I want to hear you scream."

She shivered at his voice before fisting her hands in the blanket, moaning into the pillow.

She was the one. She was the one to elicit such unexpected emotions from him. He wanted her. He needed her.

She made him complete.

Her hair spilled out over her back and onto the bed, sticking to her exposed skin as she cried and cried. He ground his hips against her bare butt, sliding his hands under the skirt to grope at the plump skin.

"F-- fuck, (y/n)," he muttered, gritting his teeth together as she clenched tighter around him. "It feels as though it's your first time all over again...!"

"P-- please," she sobbed, teary eyes looking up at him with such hope, it made a chill go up his spine. "Izuru, please--"

"What is it you want, sweet?" He asked in a hushed tone, leaning closer to get a deeper angle. He reached out to cup her face with one hand, glowing scarlet meeting glassy (e/c).

"I-- I need," she moaned, arching her back as their skin smacked together loudly, her ass stinging from the impact.

His angel, the one who carried her hope proudly for all to see. (y/n).

"I need you," she finished, closing her eyes as tears dribbled down her burning face.

"You have me," he answered, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. She was so warm, it distracted him from the cool feel of his own body.

He lifted one of her legs to hang over his shoulder, leaning in to wrap his arms around her. She cried when he bit into her shoulder, the cold air stinging against the fresh wound as her blood seeped down her shoulder and into the sheets. He kissed it to soothe the ache, sucking up some of the blood and swallowing. As expected, it was metallic -- yet somehow, there was a hint of a sweet tang?

He made sure the blood didn't stain his teeth before leaning in to kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She reciprocated eagerly, tangling her hands into his hair as he fucked her hard. Her legs clenched around his torso, bringing him ever closer.

"You are mine," he uttered as soon as the kiss was broken, staring deep into her eyes. "You are mine, (y/n)."

"I'm yours," she wept. Her head rested against the pillow, allowing him access to her flawless neck. He wasted no time, pressing his lips to her soft skin and biting softly, eliciting breathy moans. She was beginning to get even tighter -- she was close.

"Sweet, are you going to cum for me?" He asked, his voice a smooth, lazy drawl against her ear.

She nodded jerkily. "Y-- yes, ah! Please let me...!"

He smirked, the closest thing to a smile she'd get from him. It was dangerously sexy, and it made her shudder with want.

He felt his own release coming. The pressure was beginning to build, a pleasurable spring being wound tight in his lower belly. He positioned himself by planting his hands on the bed at either side of her quivering body and he slammed himself into her rapidly, aiming for the spot he knew would drive her wild.

He hit it dead-on, making her scream, her nails digging into his jacket. "IZURU!"

"Who do you serve?" He hissed into her ear.

"You! Izuru!"

"Who is the only one you love?"

"A-- ah--! Izuru!" She wailed, throwing her head back against the pillow.

"Tell me, who is fucking you into the mattress like your life depends on it?"

"IZURU!" She clenched her toes and arched her back, screaming into his shoulder as her body convulsed.

He grunted, moaning out a "F-- fuck," before slamming in to the hilt. He came hard, panting heavily into her neck as his seed filled her.

The two stayed in that position until he knew he'd stopped, and slowly he lowered her to the bed before pulling out. His face was passive as he cleaned the excess off before tucking himself back into his pants, but as he looked over her half-asleep form his eyes softened.

There was a faint trail of white trickling from (y/n)'s pussy, seeping into the sheets. Her face was utterly wrecked with pleasure, her lips parted with her soft breathing. Even thoroughly fucked, she was an angel.

His angel.

Izuru spread her legs a little wider and gently wiped away the extra semen that escaped, making her whimper at the feeling. She still seemed to be very sensitive, just as she always was after their activities.

He looked her over once more before covering her with the blanket. He made a move to leave, but her sudden grip on his wrist made him turn.

She was gazing at him with that expression so full of love it made his heart twist. "Please stay?" She whispered, eyes shining up at him with desperation.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but he surmised that Junko could wait a little longer. If anything, he almost wanted to spite her by taking a little extra longer. So he nodded, lifting the blanket so that he could lay down beside her, taking her in his arms.

She lay her head on his chest, a barely-there smile gracing her exhausted countenance. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and after only a minute or so she was asleep.

Izuru gently stroked her hair with his free hand, taking in the sight of her. A fluttering of arousal stirred in his chest again, but he shoved it away, deciding to give her some time to rest.

After all, very soon she would succumb to her despair.

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A/N: It's been a while since I've written a lemon, so I hope you liked it.

Please tell me what you thought, feel free to request more, and I'll see you later!