THE EXCHANGE IZANA KUROKAWA X Y/N READER

UNFORGETTABLE MISTAKE

Third Person: -A month ago

Izana Kurokawa, the boss of the Yakuza, sat in his office, going through some paperwork when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in," he called out, not looking up from his work.

The door opened, and in walked Manila, his ex-girlfriend. Izana looked up, surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice cold.

"I came to apologize," Manila said, her voice soft. "I know I shouldn't have kissed you, especially since you're married and our relationship is in the past. I just wanted to say sorry and see if we could be friends."

Izana sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I forgive you," he said finally. "But I need some time to think about whether or not we can be friends."

Manila nodded, and they sat in silence for a few moments. Izana poured them both a glass of whiskey, and they began to talk about old times. As they drank, they began to get drunk, and Manila leaned in to kiss him.

Izana hesitated for a moment before kissing her back. Manila began to undress herself, grinding her hips against him. "I missed you," she said, kissing him again.

"Nila, stop," Izana said, pulling away. "We can't do this. I'm married, and this isn't right."

Manila unbuckled his belt, holding his member in her hand. "I miss giving you blow jobs," she said, taking him in her mouth. "Reminds me of when we used to sneak around when we were younger."

Izana groaned, protesting but ultimately succumbing to her womanly charm. He thrust into her mouth, feeling himself getting close.

Just then, his wife Y/n walked in, asking if he was ready to leave. Izana quickly hid Manila under his desk, still pleasuring him. "I'll stay late in my office," he told his wife, kissing her goodbye.

"Thought that bitch would never leave," Manila said, taking off her panties and straddling Izana. He entered her, and she screamed, "Fuck baby, you've gotten bigger. I love it."

She whimpered as he fucked her in his office, her loud moans filling the room. He sucked her nipples, and she taunted him. "Bet you can't suck your wife's tits because the young slut is breastfeeding."

Izana slammed into her, and she reached her climax as he came inside her. They lay there for a few moments, catching their breath.

"I shouldn't have done that," Izana said finally, pulling away from her. "It was a mistake."

Manila shrugged, getting dressed. "It's okay," she said. "I knew what I was getting into."

Izana watched her leave, feeling guilty and ashamed. He knew he had made a mistake, and he didn't know how he was going to face his wife.

The next morning, Izana woke up with a pounding headache and a sense of regret. He knew what he had done was wrong, and he couldn't help but feel guilty about it. He got up and looked around his office, seeing Manila's clothes scattered on the floor and the empty whiskey bottle on his desk. He knew he had to face the consequences of his actions.

As he walked out of his office, he headed home. He saw his wife Y/n sitting in the living room, holding their crying teething infants looking stressed out. She looked up at him with a smile, but he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. He knew he had betrayed her trust, and he didn't know how to make it right.

Days turned into weeks, and Izana tried to push the memory of what had happened with Manila out of his mind but she kept seducing him. He focused on his work, trying to be the best Yakuza boss he could be. But every time he saw his wife and children, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame.