p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"{Izo nsfw scenario with a insecure s/o?}br style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;" / /p
p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"em style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Sorry that this isn't really nsfw-ish! I just got really caught up with the insecurities thing/em/p
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p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"strong style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.7em; padding-top: 0.7em; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Author:/strong Kate/p
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p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"It started with a little kiss like always, then it turned heated. Which was different from always. Slowly, but it felt like a flash to S/O, things got really heated. They were currently laying on their back with Izo above them. Their heart pounding against their chest as they ran their fingers through Izo's incredibly soft hair. Letting his pinned up hair come undone, falling around S/O, as they placed the hair clip gently on the nightstand that happen to be within arms reach. Everything was going smoothly; the kisses were better than great, touches were like fire, and S/O felt comfortable enough to place their kisses where they wanted. On his neck, cheeks, lips. Izo's skin was so soft under their lips and touch. Their cheeks felt ablaze and the butterflies changed into a warm tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach and lower parts. Izo's touches left behind a feeling of warmth, as his hands trailed from S/O's hair to shoulders to their sides. Getting lower and lower by the second. Their touches stayed close to his hair and shoulders though, sometimes even placing a gentle hand on Izo's chest. But soon enough, clothes started to come off. First was Izo's pink and purple kimono, sliding down, only enough to expose his toned chest. And as a reflex, S/O stopped Izo from tugging on their shirt. Looking away as if they had committed some kind of crime. "I'm sorry S/O, did I do something wrong? We can stop if you want." he says, not frowning or judging his S/O for stopping him. He was more concerned that he had hurt them in some way, maybe he had gone too fast. Izo moved away to sit on the bed, allowing S/O to sit up as well. They felt like they were going to cry. They didn't want Izo to think that they didn't trust him or that they weren't ready. Because they were. Or at least they thought they were. Insecurities sucked, they just wished they could be everything they wanted. They wished to change all the things they saw wrong with themselves, one of which was to get rid of these insecurities to be with Izo in that intimate way. Before they can reply to his question, he gently takes their hand. Unable to hold back their frown any longer they began to explain their insecurities and why S/O felt that way. Izo listened of course, making sure to keep eye contact with them even if they couldn't. After a couple of minutes, S/O had finished and apologized. "There is no need to be sorry S/O. We all have insecurities. And if they prevent you from continuing our activities, then so be it, me and you will just have to work harder at breaking down those walls. Okay?" he said softly, offering his S/O for a nice warm hug. Sure, things didn't go to plan, but there was always next time./p
p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"em style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Sorry that this isn't really nsfw-ish! I just got really caught up with the insecurities thing/em/p
p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"strong style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.7em; padding-top: 0.7em; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Title:/strong Till then/p
p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"strong style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.7em; padding-top: 0.7em; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Author:/strong Kate/p
p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"strong style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.7em; padding-top: 0.7em; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Word Count:/strong 506/p
p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"strong style="line-height: 2em; font-family: inherit !important; display: inline; padding-bottom: 0.7em; padding-top: 0.7em; color: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; clear: none !important;"Warning:/strong Sexual content ahead/p
p style="line-height: 30px; font-family: Arial; color: #333333; font-size: 15px; clear: none !important; background-color: #fefefe;"It started with a little kiss like always, then it turned heated. Which was different from always. Slowly, but it felt like a flash to S/O, things got really heated. They were currently laying on their back with Izo above them. Their heart pounding against their chest as they ran their fingers through Izo's incredibly soft hair. Letting his pinned up hair come undone, falling around S/O, as they placed the hair clip gently on the nightstand that happen to be within arms reach. Everything was going smoothly; the kisses were better than great, touches were like fire, and S/O felt comfortable enough to place their kisses where they wanted. On his neck, cheeks, lips. Izo's skin was so soft under their lips and touch. Their cheeks felt ablaze and the butterflies changed into a warm tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach and lower parts. Izo's touches left behind a feeling of warmth, as his hands trailed from S/O's hair to shoulders to their sides. Getting lower and lower by the second. Their touches stayed close to his hair and shoulders though, sometimes even placing a gentle hand on Izo's chest. But soon enough, clothes started to come off. First was Izo's pink and purple kimono, sliding down, only enough to expose his toned chest. And as a reflex, S/O stopped Izo from tugging on their shirt. Looking away as if they had committed some kind of crime. "I'm sorry S/O, did I do something wrong? We can stop if you want." he says, not frowning or judging his S/O for stopping him. He was more concerned that he had hurt them in some way, maybe he had gone too fast. Izo moved away to sit on the bed, allowing S/O to sit up as well. They felt like they were going to cry. They didn't want Izo to think that they didn't trust him or that they weren't ready. Because they were. Or at least they thought they were. Insecurities sucked, they just wished they could be everything they wanted. They wished to change all the things they saw wrong with themselves, one of which was to get rid of these insecurities to be with Izo in that intimate way. Before they can reply to his question, he gently takes their hand. Unable to hold back their frown any longer they began to explain their insecurities and why S/O felt that way. Izo listened of course, making sure to keep eye contact with them even if they couldn't. After a couple of minutes, S/O had finished and apologized. "There is no need to be sorry S/O. We all have insecurities. And if they prevent you from continuing our activities, then so be it, me and you will just have to work harder at breaking down those walls. Okay?" he said softly, offering his S/O for a nice warm hug. Sure, things didn't go to plan, but there was always next time./p