His body shivered as her hands ran down his body, fingers brushing the crotch of his pants. Causing a small gasp to leave his lips and ghost across her neck. He knew she was a headstrong woman — but he never expected her to act like this. Even if she was under the same ridiculous spell he was.
“Ah..” He groaned softly as she bite his neck. He could already feel himself getting turned on and she was barely doing anything. Hands sliding up, she began to remove his shirt and — much to his dismay — he allowed it. Watching as she dropped it to the floor and then removed her own.
No. Look away. Don’t let this continue.
He bit his bottom lips as his eyes ran over her torso, sickeningly loving how smooth her skin look and watching with digusting excitement as she reached behind her. Fingers working the small clasps before her bra dropped to the ground and Izaya was left to stare wide-eyed at her naked chest.
His eyes seemed to focus only on them and he willed himself to look away, to meet her gaze instead. A smirk formed on his face as he reached over to her. A finger slowly running from her belly button up her body, stopping just between her breasts as he leaned forward to plant another kiss on her lips.
“Well, if that’s the kind of fun you want. I can’t really refuse, now can I?’ He murmured against her mouth as his hand moved and fingers spread out across one of her breast, kneading it gently. “After all, you’ve so kindly removed your top just for me.” He said kissing down her neck towards her chest. “It’d be rude of me not to give you want you want.”
Now that things were beginning to take a different route — Izaya found it hard to resist this. Inside he hated it, yes. But that wasn’t stopping the tightness forming in his pants and how his heart was pounding in his chest and how he couldn’t seem to look away.
No, he wanted this very much now.
And that little fact — his acceptance of what was about to happen — made him want to vomit.
She found her body moving on it’s own as she began to lead him back onto the couch. Her heart was racing as he touched her, eyes focusing on his location at all times. She pulled him with her and fell back onto the couch, beginning to remove her skirt. “You know, I never thought my first time would be with you…”
WHY ARE YOU DISCLOSING THAT INFORMATION, STOP IT! I don’t want my boss knowing about my sex life!
“Be gentle with me, okay?” She winked. Inner-Namie blanched.
You… BITCH! Stop! This is horrid! She began to grow a deep loathing towards herself, her mind twitching with dismay as she tried to force her body to stop. It was as if she was never in control at all. She was the spectator, and this was Outer-Namie’s show. What have I done… She thought, Things will never go back to normal now…!
Her body pressed against Izaya’s gently as she leaned into a kiss; her eyes settled on his pants, hands sliding to them once again. Though this time, it was to unbutton them. “Izaya-kun you are so attractive…!” She hummed in delight.
Namie was attempting to inwardly fight, but she suddenly found the feelings of affection and admiration leaking into her psyche. Was this part of the spell?
No! Nonononono! Izaya is gross and that’s final! He’s a smarmy, lying, cheating sack of shit! … With… very nice abs… and a nice as— STOP! This isn’t happening!
She was losing herself, and hopefully the clock would strike midnight before it was too late to go back.