#// not quite as filthy as the last one but that's just because sakyo's a wimp AND a simp

[mankai-afterhours]

a helping hand - (IzuSakyo)

⚠️ very much smut ahead 18+ pls be aware this is just self indulgent filth wee woo wee woo ⚠️

Warnings: stripping clothes, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), tongue fucking (female receiving), and that's about it pretty straightforward it's just sakyo being a horny simp guys ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Izumi chews her lip, hesitating only a moment before knocking on Sakyo's door.

"Come in." Sakyo's voice says, slightly muffled through the wood.

Izumi takes a deep breath. She's about to walk in there and possibly strip naked for a yakuza in order to settle a score and save their playwright's life. She tries not to think about it too much.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Izumi says jokingly, hoping to keep the mood light. Walking into Sakyo's room does feel a bit like being sent to the principal's office.

But Sakyo clearly isn't feeling it. His arms are crossed in front of his chest. He looks angry, quiet. Simmering.

"So, uh..." Izumi clears her throat and shuts the door behind her. "Are we going with my plan?"

Sakyo says nothing. He just stares at her. Her eyes wander around his room awkwardly, and she wishes he would quit the tough guy act, especially considering what's about to happen.

"Look, Sakyo, if this is a bad idea, I can-"

"Tell me," Sakyo interrupts her, uncrossing his arms and letting them hang at his sides. He squints. "What do you see in Fushimi?"

Izumi groans in exasperation. "Oh, not this again, Sakyo! It was just a little fantasy, it has absolutely no bearing on real life." She rolls her eyes, embarrassed that they're even still having this conversation. "Omi's hands just happened to be what excited me that night, so it's-"

"I wonder what else excites you?" He asks, his voice a bit deeper than usual.

Izumi doesn't know what to make of this. She's starting to regret offering to do this in the first place, and it must show on her face, because Sakyo changes tacks.

"Look, are you sure you want to go through with this?" He asks, getting that look on his face that he has when triple checking whether Izumi has stayed under the budget.

She rolls her eyes. "If it'll prevent you from murdering my actors, then yes."

Her sass is ignored, and she can't help feeling like Sakyo's staring at her more than usual.

Being kept under his gaze like a specimen under a microscope sets her pulse up a few notches.

"So. Should I just...?" She starts to say, reaching for the buttons at her collar.

"No," Sakyo stops her, lifting his hand. "I... um, go sit down." He gestures towards his bed, and she hesitantly complies.

Once she's sitting, his hand covers his mouth, and she realizes he's analyzing her position. "Could you lay down?" He asks.

"What? Why?" She asks, suddenly feeling wary.

"I just want to recreate it as closely as possible. What Minagi saw," he replies.

Izumi feels herself flush. But she supposes that it's only fair, given the reason this is happening in the first place. Men can be so difficult sometimes.

She huffs another sigh and lays down with her head on Sakyo's pillow. It has a clean, musky scent, barely noticable, but still pleasant.

"Now can I take my clothes off?" She asks, with mock irritation.

Sakyo stares down at her from where he stands beside the bed, his expression unreadable.

"Could I do it?" His voice has a weird tone, almost gentle.

She laughs. "Yeah, sure. Very funny."

"I mean it, Izumi." His brows draw together. "Would you mind?"

She stares back at him, her heart skipping a beat at seeing him look so earnest. He's not joking, is he?

"I, um..." she looks away, trying to decide if she would mind. Does it matter whether she takes off her clothes or Sakyo takes them off for her? She'll be naked either way. "I guess not."

Sakyo's eyebrows lift ever so slightly. "Good."

He sits beside her on the bed, and at first he stays still, raking his eyes along her body. But before long, his hands start to move.

He traces them slowly up her arms, across her shoulders, his fingers coming together again at her collar to loosen the first few buttons.

Izumi doesn't know why her heart is pounding. It's not like this is the first time she's been undressed by someone. Maybe it's the duality of his gentle fingers and the searing gaze he's pinning her with.

"I wonder how Minagi felt..." Sakyo murmurs, so quietly, Izumi almost can't hear it. "Walking in to see you laying there."

His fingers glide lower and lower, soon he uncovers her chest, revealing her bra. She tries very hard to lay still, though his stare is making her feel naked already.

"Witnessing you in the throes of ecstacy... moaning, imagining strong hands-" At this, he slips his hands to either side of her waist and giving her a squeeze. "-pinning you down..."

She must be blushing now, she can feel it. "S-Sakyo..."

Sakyo removes his hands in an instant, as if they were never there, resuming his work on her buttons. "I would have liked to see it myself."

So he was jealous, after all. Staring up at him, Izumi can't imagine Sakyo having feelings at all, let alone for her.

But he did say his attraction was purely physical...

Soon enough, her buttons are done, and he parts her shirt like a curtain, drinking in the sight of her bare torso and bra.

She starts to fidget under his unwavering stare. "Sakyo. Do you want me to take it all the way off?"

He seems to take a moment to process what she said, but then he nods. She sits up a little and sheds the shirt, leaving her top half a bit chillier than before in only her bra.

"I can do this part, if you want." She says, hastily reaching behind herself to get the clasp, but Sakyo's fingers cover hers, brushing against her back and sending chills down her spine.

"Allow me." He leans forward a bit, and in a moment, he deftly flicks open the clasp with one hand.

Izumi tries to cover her shock and embarrassment as he slides the straps down her arms. "When did you learn to do that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," he replies, a smirk ghosting his lips.

Once her chest is bare, he fixes her body with that stare again, as if savoring the sight, and she feels herself start to get hot. But before she can remind him, his fingers are already working themselves on the fly of her jean shorts.

She lifts her hips while he pulls them down her legs and she carefully kicks them to the side, adding to her growing pile of clothes.

Sakyo then hooks his fingers on either side of her panties, and gives her another look, checking in again. "May I?"

For a yakuza, he's being unexpectedly respectful about this. She nods. "Go ahead."

He peels the thin fabric down her legs, and exhales upon seeing her cunt, completely exposed.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze unwavering as he takes in the sight before him.

Izumi can feel the heat pricking her cheeks and a spike of it goes straight to her core at the look he's giving her.

She doesn't want him to stop.

"You can, uh..." she tries to find her voice, but it comes out embarrassingly high. "You can keep going. If that'll help you feel less jealous."

She doesn't look at him, but she can feel that stare of his, boring straight through her like a laser.

"You want me to touch you?" He asks in disbelief, and she gives a halfhearted shrug, too shy to speak. "Izumi," He takes her chin between his thumb and forefinger and coaxes her to look at him. "May I touch you?"

She nods.

Sakyo wastes not a moment before his hands cup each of her breasts, squeezing gently. He dips his head down to whisper in her ear, his breath fanning her cheek. "You're so beautiful... I'm unworthy of such a sight."

His voice is deeper than usual, gravelly, and it sends goosebumps down her arms.

"Sakyo," she whispers almost reprimandingly, skeptical of such flattery.

"It's true." His thumbs brush over her nipples, circling around the pert buds. "I am unworthy of even touching such a goddess..."

A goddess? Man, he's really laying it on thick. She shifts a bit, his hands and voice affecting her in ways she didn't know were possible.

"May I kiss you?" He asks in a breathless whisper. "Not on the lips, just... on your body."

The distinction has arousal shooting to her core. Is this how all yakuza express physical attraction?

"Sure, I guess so..." she mumbles, pressing her thighs together to prevent him from seeing how much she's okay with this.

His lips press first to her cheek, then down to her neck, sucking gently on her skin. She lets out a sigh while his hands roam from her breasts down overs her stomach to hold her hips.

"Izumi..." he whispers her name in a way she's never heard from anyone before. He dips a little lower and kisses along her collarbone almost reverently.

But then his hands brush her inner thigh and she can tell he felt the wetness gathering there. She looks anywhere else in the room as she feels him stop moving entirely.

He pulls back, taking his hands off of her, much to her disappointment.

"You're aroused by this?" He asks the obvious, and she lets out a small scoff.

"Anyone would be, with the way you're acting..." she says in her defence, but he seems to pay no mind to her sheepish reply.

Instead, a new proposition leaves his lips.

"Could I give you something to fantasize about for next time?"

Her head whips around to face him. "What?"

He adjusts his glasses. "If you let me help you out, I'll forget today ever happened. Minagi and Fushimi will be completely off the hook, and we'll never speak of this again."

She considers her options. She is pretty turned on at the moment, which makes it hard to think clearly, but if this is a one time thing... and he's been gentle so far... what's the harm in satisfying the burning ache between her thighs and Sakyo's burning temper at the same time?

"Sure, okay." She agrees, giving him a joking half-smile. "My body is yours."

Those words seem to spark something within Sakyo, and in moments, he's kneeling between her legs, parting her thighs to grant him access to her aching core.

"Beautiful..." he says again, and she doesn't even have time to blush before his face is buried between her thighs. He licks a stripe up her center that makes her back arch off the bed.

"S-Sakyo-!" She gasps, gripping the bedsheets in an effort to maintain her composure.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he replies, then begins to eat her out in earnest, his tongue and lips working beautifully together, causing a small gush of arousal to spill from her entrance.

He laps it up, bracing her legs steadily to keep her from squirming while he works relentlessly, deep throaty hums and moans escaping him while his tongue traces frenzied patterns against her swollen lips.

"Ah~! S-Sakyo..." she moans, unable to keep herself quiet as he sucks on her clit, licking up all of her juices.

She feels his finger circling around her entrance before carefully slipping inside, adding to her stimulation.

She's moaning too loudly, but she can't help it with the way his mouth is treating her. She grabs a spare pillow to press to her face, but Sakyo reaches up and bats it away. "I want to hear you." He insists before returning to her pussy, his lips and tongue writing sonnets on her clit.

She can't hold back as he adds a second finger inside her, pumping slowly in a stark contrast to his feverishly paced mouth.

She cards her fingers through his hair on instinct, tugging at him encouragingly, and he growls in response, working even harder to pull an orgasm from her.

He removes his fingers with an embarrassingly wet noise and replaces them with his tongue, easily reaching all the right places inside of her while his nose bumps hastily against her clit, sending a buzz through her with every brush.

She reaches down to help him out, circling two fingers around her clit while he fucks her with his tongue, and she feels herself throb desperately around him, her legs shaking.

"Sakyo, I... I'm close..." her voice wavers, her body arching, aching for release.

She wishes, fleetingly that he'd stick something else inside of her, but the thought is pushed aside by the building of her climax, and all too soon, her mind goes blank as she reaches her peak.

She cums on him with a drawn out cry of pleasure, feeling her walls pulse around his eagerly awaiting tongue.

Sakyo takes it all and sucks her dry, lapping up every last bit of her release with groans of his own. He doesn't let up until she finally comes down, and just when she starts to feel overstimulated, he pulls away with a parting kiss to her swollen lower lips.

"Well," Sakyo says, licking casually at his fingers. "We can consider the score settled."

Izumi huffs breathlessly, laying there seeing stars after such an intense orgasm, and is shocked at how easily he can switch to business, even with her arousal glistening on his lips and chin.

"Sure," she replies with a snort. "I'll just throw my clothes back on real quick, and be on my way, then."

Sakyo smirks. "Like it never even happened."

And that's pretty much how it goes. He carefully helps her to put her clothes back on, no trace of the desperate frenzy in his actions from only moments before.

"Give Minagi my regards," Sakyo says, seemingly back to his usual no-nonsense self.

Pretty soon, she's out his door, heading back to the lounge to help unwrap Tsuzuru, only slightly wobbly on her legs from what just happened.

If she didn't know better, she'd have thought it was all just a blissful dream.