THE EXCHANGE IZANA KUROKAWA X Y/N READER

UNFORGIVEABLE ATTEMPT

Third Person:

After the lavish dinner party at Y/n's grandfather's mansion overflowing with Sake and fine wine, Izana and Y/n found themselves parked in the lavish driveway of their opulent mansion.

The car came to a stop in the driveway of their grand mansion, and as they giggled, Izana couldn't help but chuckle at the intoxicating atmosphere. He pulled Y/n onto his lap, her soft form molding perfectly against his own. The heat of their bodies mingled as they shared passionate kisses, their desire fueling their actions.

But even in her intoxicated state, Y/n's mind couldn't fully shake the hurt and betrayal from a few days prior. As Izana's hands roamed her body, her pout deepened, mingling with the desire in her eyes. She couldn't understand how he could be so clingy, so loving, and yet still commit such a painful act of betrayal.

As Izana pressed his lips against her neck, leaving tender love bites, Y/n's resolve wavered. She knew they should wait until they were inside the mansion, away from prying eyes. In a small voice, she begged him to exercise patience, to bask in their passion later.

Izana's hands found their way to her lingerie panties tugging at them, only heightening the intensity of their connection. He grew impatient, desperate to undress her, to feel her skin against his.

"Please, Izana," Y/n murmured, her voice a soft plea amidst the passion. "Can we wait until we're inside?"

Her words hung in the air, the weight of her forgiveness colliding with her unresolved emotions. She wanted him, yearned for his touch, but the painful memory lingered, bringing tears to her eyes.

Ignoring her plea, Izana kissed her again, his lips grazing her exposed nipple. A whimper escaped Y/n's lips as she pushed him away gently, her voice catching in her throat. "Izana, I'm still breastfeeding," she whispered. "We need to wait until we're inside."

Her words pierced through his desire, realization dawning upon him. He understood the significance of her admission, the responsibility she carried as a mother. Regret washed over him, mingling with the remnants of his intoxication.

Y/n opened the car door, taking a moment to fix her rumpled attire. The cool night air provided a temporary respite from Izana's loving embrace as she stepped out, escaping into the embrace of solitude. With quiet determination, she undressed, her heartache propelling her towards the solace of the shower.

As the water cascaded over her body, mingling with her tears, Y/n sought refuge from the turbulent emotions that threatened to consume her. The sound of her sobs blended with the steady rhythm of the shower, a symphony of conflicting emotions.

Outside, Izana remained trapped in his own thoughts, his hands reaching outward for the warmth of connection. The weight of his past actions pressed heavily upon him, overshadowing the desire that had driven him moments before.

Within the confines of the shower, Y/n knew that forgiveness would require more than physical gestures. Healing would take time, and Izana would have to prove himself worthy of her trust once again. Closing her eyes, she let the water wash away not only the evidence of the night, but also the pain that threatened to consume her love for him.

The steam slowly dissipated, revealing the silhouette of a young woman standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Her tear-stained face glistened under the fluorescent lights as droplets trailed down her cheeks. The Yakuza Queen, Y/n, had just stepped out of the shower, her body still wrapped in a towel.

Her thoughts drifted to a few days ago when she had discovered that her husband, Izana, had betrayed her trust. The memory of his infidelity haunted her, causing her to break down in tears once again. She loved him deeply, and despite her forgiveness, her tears continued to flow.