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Digging a knife into unmarred skin under the hot sun where everyone could witness, that was how it felt as he was eyeing up the bubbly babysitter Emma hired. A crime. Yet, despite his lingering gazes, no one said a word or noticed. Even Draken, who probably has an all-seeing eye in each room of the two-story house he bought for his growing family, was practically blind to his brother-in-law’s not-so-innocent stares.
Izana shouldn’t even be here, standing by the kitchen island, lavender irises drinking each bounce your tits do while you dance with his four-year-old nephew to the tune of some old nursery rhyme playing on tv. He should be at home or catching up on his leftover paperwork so Kakucho wouldn’t bug him when he was merely resting his eyes. But no, he was here on a Friday night, at his sister’s home, imagining every lewd scenario he could think of, remembering all those porn videos he came across and replacing the women’s faces with yours.
Izana was sure he’ll get kicked out if he lets those thoughts slip through the visible cracks of his façade, let alone act on his irritatingly undeniable lust for you.
“Thank you so much for agreeing to babysit our little man,” Emma sighed, bending down to pinch her son’s rosy round cheeks. “You sure that it’s gonna be alright though? Didn’t you say you have exams next week?”
You smiled, carefree and comforting that Izana was sure he’d lose his mind. The knuckles gripping the edge of the kitchen island tightened, sure to have the surface crumble to dust if he continues.
“Yeah, Mrs. Ryuguji! It’s totally fine! Have fun and enjoy your dinner date.”
The way you smile was addicting and hypnotic, so sweet that he was sure he’ll lose all his teeth to cavities. Deepening attraction towards you felt like a knife lodged on his heart, heavy in his hands—its weight uncomfortable but welcomed. It was the only thing holding him down, keeping him from floating to the skies that were littered with beautiful stars but its beauty was incomparable to yours. So distracting, especially those tits of yours that always seemed to capture his eyes, being the first thing he’ll pay attention to when you walk into the house. Yeah, distracting enough for Emma to snap her fingers at his lavender eyes that were suddenly blinking in surprise.
“‘zana? Earth to Izana!”
“Yeah, what?” Coughing into his fisted hand, he glanced at your retreating figure. His nephew led you to where the toys were. Emma sighed at his lack of attention but was patient enough to repeat her words. Unaware that all he could think of these past few days, from his waking moments to when his eyes shut, was you.
“I said, Ken and I are going out already. Do you wanna hitch a ride so you can get home?”
Furrowing his brows, Izana shook his head with a scoff. “And intrude on you love birds? No, thank you. I’ll get home on my own. Plus, I still wanna spend time with my little nephew. Somethin’ wrong with that?” It was a little lie that wouldn’t hurt anybody. He does love the little bugger, but if he was honest, Izana was only staying longer because of you. Of course, it had to be you. There was no way he’d stick around for a kid he was sure would puke or stomp on his Testoni dress shoes.
And you knew this, ears sharp and keen despite the child squealing at the toy car that Draken gave him, patting his son’s head before joining his lovely wife out the door. The second the door clicked shut and the sound of the car’s engine roaring to life prior to rumbling off, the beat of your heart picked up to the beat of lively nursery rhyme playing. This wasn’t the first time you were left alone in the house with Izana. Heck, the day he first laid his amethyst eyes on you, he always stayed, visit lasting from minutes to hours that his sister was beginning to think he adored his nephew and not the babysitter. You even used to believe he was just a relative of Emma Sano who didn’t have a job to keep. Yet, the way he carried himself, from his stature to his watch and the shoes he wore suggested otherwise. Day and night, you and Izana were strikingly different from one another. A college student surely can’t compete with a man running a business.
But he was taking his time. Taking his time, taking his time, slowly weaseling his way to you.
Clinging to the hope everything shall stay professional between you two—him being your boss’ brother and the child’s friendly suddenly turned ever-present uncle, and you as the babysitter.
Just the babysitter is what you should be.
Taking care of the kid, not entertaining his flirtatious gestures. Playing and building houses made of bricks, not eyeing him up when he unbuttoned his shirt, showing a hint of those sharp collarbones on bronze skin. Ignoring those lavender hues trained on every move your hips made, making sure to bump into you whenever you walked by while entertaining the child.
Yeah, just the babysitter…
You shouldn’t be leaving the kid in the living room to watch tv all by himself while you cook, Izana in between your legs, and eating you out while you do. His talent with numbers and negotiation were no lies, but his tongue was rather superb in licking your clit. Washing the dishes after the kid had his dinner—not on your knees and sucking him off while he dried the plates. Hand fisting your hair when you took him to the hilt, nose pressing against the silver hairs of his pelvic while chuckling at his nephew’s attempt at imitating a cartoon character. Certainly staying up, watching the kid fall asleep—not muffling the moans he carved out of your throat at every thrust of his hips, trying not to wake Izana’s nephew sleeping soundly just beside you.
“So fuckin’ tight. Keepin’ this pretty cunt of yours all to yourself… I wonder if you touch yourself to the thought of me.”
How could he be so brazen? Fucking you beside his snoring nephew, whispering sinful promises of having you come undone. How his hands, huge and warm, palm the plush flesh of your ass while his heavy balls slapped lightly against it. Slick dripping down your legs, heart hammering fearfully that it might stain the kid’s sheets. How insane is he to be pounding away, shamefully hissing and grunting in your ear. Attention solely on you while you bit down on your tongue, tasting the familiar metallic flavor of blood just so you wouldn’t scream.
“S-stop, you’ll wake the kid—ah!” His finger reached up from pressing and rubbing against your throbbing clit, pressing the pads down on your tongue. You weren’t sure if you wanted to choke around it, keep your saliva from touching the bed or suck on his fingers. It was all too much for you, but Izana was ecstatic. Pupils blown wide at your attempts to quiet yourself down while your pussy was squelching unabashedly around his cock, sucking him in like it was used to his girth. Like it was meant for him.
And he cummed hard into your clenching walls, spurting hot semen into your searing tight heat that was milking his cock dry. Your climax coursing through your body like waves crashing against sharp rocks, lips swollen and bleeding after keeping yourself from whining his name. To keep your job, to keep your reputation, and to keep whatever you had with Izana. Because if Emma Sano were to find out you were fucking her brother next to her son or on the job, it was an instant goodbye.
So, when it was time to leave, waiting for Emma to take a few more bills from her drawer as a tip for your kind servitude, you sat beside an impassive Izana Kurokawa. Facial features of iron, never breaking down, never letting the cracks be seen—plastering more joint compound on those imperfect lines on his unbothered façade that grew bigger day by day, unbeknownst to him. Still, there were moments of confidence, convincing himself that no one will see, placing a hand over your thigh while waiting. To say that he was there, to kiss him on the cheek before parting ways on the dead of night—underlying request that he drives you home.
But of course, the second Emma appears, that all disappears.
And as you walked out of the door, muttering words of farewell, for now, it was just another ordinary Friday night, with Izana’s cum sliding down your thighs while walking to the nearest bus stop.