ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴀɴꜱɪᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɢᴇʀ

Izzy's constant grouchiness gets a bit much, so you decide to form a bet in order to get him to play nice. Smut included (is there any non smut in this series lmao)

Most days, Izzy's grouchy behaviour wasn't something that exactly bothered you, you were quite used to it. However, as you tapped your fingers along the kitchen countertop and watched him repeatedly bursting poor Steven's bubble, you found yourself becoming increasingly irritated with it.

Steven had been trying to show him a new band he'd found while scanning the shelves at the local record store, he'd been excited to show everyone, but Izzy had shut that down almost immediately. Then, when Steven had baked a cake without any help from Duff, Izzy was quick to shoot that down too and let him know exactly what he thought of it.

You pondered your options, you could step in and tell Izzy to cheer up a bit, or you could save it for later and punish him for it another way. Honestly, that second option sounded a lot more enticing...

So, later on in the day, you approached Izzy with an unimpressed expression and told him you wanted to go to his room. He raised an eyebrow but shrugged, following behind you until you'd reached his bedroom.

"What's the problem?" he questioned, sitting himself down on the bed as you locked his door.

"You."

"What?" he chuckled, an ever so slightly confused expression now plastering his face.

"Take off your clothes," you responded, ignoring his question.

"Listen, princess, I'm the one in charge here," he began, folding his arms across his chest, "what are you trying to do here?"

"You were in charge, you're not today," you retorted, rolling your eyes at his stubbornness.

"Wanna bet?"

"Absolutely, I bet you wouldn't be able to handle me being in charge. I bet I could get you to beg me," you knew what you were doing, you were trying to appeal to his ego, give him a challenge he wouldn't turn down.

"If I win?"

"Then you can do anything you like to me; I'll give up the dominant thing. But if I win, you have to be nice to Steven for the next two weeks," you bargained, raising an eyebrow as he thought it over.

"Deal."

A flutter of excitement flooded through you as you watched Izzy taking off his clothes, he was trying his utmost best to mask any emotion as he gave off an uninterested and almost bored aura. When he was done, he sat back down on the bed, his face almost contorting in thought. And you knew why.

He was trying to make you work for it, so he was too busy focusing on everything bad to stop himself from getting hard, but you were about to put that to bed.

You reached into his nightstand for some tools, then firmly pushed his chest so he was laying down. You weren't in the position all too often, he thoroughly enjoyed being on top, so you relished every moment of it as you expertly tied his wrists to the headboard, having done the same to Axl many times.

"Trying to hold out?" you murmured, running your palm along his length to show him what you were referring to.

It was still soft, what a fucker.

"You'll have to work a hell of a lot fucking harder than this," he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you.

You hummed in response and brought your hand to your mouth, running your tongue along your palm to give it some moisture before placing it back on his cock and wrapping your hand around it. He smirked at you, almost tauntingly, as you began to stroke his length at an agonisingly slow pace.