You hadn't known that it would get this bad.
Guaranteed, you probably should've expected it. Izuna was a possessive lover; he always had been. He was devoted to the point it was near obsession, and while it sometimes made you question your relationship with him, you didn't doubt that you loved him. And he loved you as well; he just had odd ways of showing it.
These odd ways were demonstrated to you just now when you suddenly felt the hand of your lover clasp around your wrist, dragging you away from the store you were simply going to run errands at, as well as the man that you were making conversation with to stay friendly. Being the clan head's brother's girlfriend meant that you had a reputation among the other Uchiha, and you certainly didn't want a bad one.
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The moment that you arrived back home, you felt Izuna pin your hips to the door. Despite already being inside, your eyes widened at Izuna's boldness. He had never been one to initiate actions like this outside your shared bedroom. Which was fine, but you couldn't deny the heat pooling in your stomach at his actions. It excited you in ways you didn't necessarily want to admit.
"Your arousal isn't exactly a secret, you know." You could practically feel his smirk, despite the only physical contact he was making with you besides his hands on your hips being his chin resting on your shoulder. "You like knowing that this could attract confused visitors, don't you? Fucking whore."
You were unable to bite back a moan, although his lips on yours silenced it. He bit your bottom lip when the kiss was over, quickly making work of his and your clothes.
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"Why do you let others stare at you like that? Do you like the attention? Then, I guess you wouldn't mind if I did this."
Not even a few seconds later, you felt his fingers enter your pussy. You could tell it was more than one but was it two? Three? You couldn't decipher exactly how many; you were too distracted by the feeling, collapsing on his shoulder. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to keep them open due to the pleasure, moans continuously leaving your lips.
You were pretty sure you felt him leave a mark on your neck, but you were too far gone in the pleasure that it was hard to tell for sure.
"I should leave marks all over. That way, those idiots would make sure to only look from a distance. But I bet you'd still enjoy their stares, yes?"
"I-Izuna..." you managed to let out, that being the first words you had spoken for the first time for pretty much all afternoon.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow, "you want to cum?" He couldn't stop his smirk from growing when all you did was moan and nod. "Then beg for it, bitch."
It took you a few moments to gather yourself, so long, in Izuna's eyes, that he started to remove his fingers, which lead you to clench around them, as well as speak.
"N-no... please, Izuna, let me cum, I- I need it, please..."
That was all it took for him to curl his fingers right on your g-spot, leading you to shake in his arms, coming undone right then and there.
"Good girl," he muttered. "That's it, cum for me. I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, yes?"
You nodded rapidly. "Yes, Izuna, you, you, only you."
With that, Izuna removed his fingers, much to your disdain. "No, no... Izuna..."
He chuckled. "Don't worry, you fucking bitch. I'll be filling you up real soon."
You watched him wrap his hand around his cock, which had turned red from arousal. He pumped it a few times before sliding into you, not waiting for you to adjust to the feeling before completely bottoming out. However, he couldn't help but think that you likely didn't mind that much if your moans were anything to go by.
Once you gave him the nod to continue, he started slamming himself into you. You threw your head back, moaning at the feeling that only he could give you.
"Yes, oh god, yes..." you breathed out, sighing out in pure pleasure. "So good..."
"It's no different than usual, whore. You like it, though, yeah? Knowing that someone could walk by at any moment and hear your cries? Knowing who you belong to?"
You nodded, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist, your nails digging into his shoulders, which he winced at but didn't object to. "Izuna..."
"You just came," he groaned, but it was more a statement than a complaint. "Scream out my name, and I might let you come again."
You moaned at that, his name continually being said by you. "Izuna, Izuna, Izuna, yes..." you came once again, him emptying himself into you seconds later.
After coming down from his high, he kicked the clothes piled on the floor out of the way so neither of you would trip before carrying you to the bedroom. He wiped you both clean, and it wasn't until you were both in bed before he spoke again.
"I'll make sure that man never looks at you in that way again," and you could only nod before falling asleep.
And Izuna kept his promise.
