==> Enter Namie Yagiri: Izaya’s Office.
She turned towards the noise, raising a brow.
“I came…” She paused, balling a fist and heaving a heavy sigh before finishing with: “… To get my job back. You haven’t gone hiring some cubicle-skank to do it instead of me, right?” She smirked a little herself. She missed the smell and feel of this office, even if she would never admit it. She loved being around
himthe apartment, and it was just easier to do stuff in here.“If you have, I don’t know whether to be offended, annoyed, or jealous.” She crossed her arms, leaning on the wall.
“I’m the best there is, after all.”
His amusement at her response didn’t go unnoticed as a grin spread across his face. She was such a live spark, he would never admit it but he missed having her nagging fill the quiet space of his apartment. When she left she took with her all the sound within the four walls, leaving only silence behind.
“I assure you that I didn’t hire any cubicle-skank, as you so humurously put it.” He informed her as he made his way from the bedroom to where she stood.
“After all,” He repeated her, pausing as his eyes flickered up to meet hers when he reached her. “You are the best there is.”
She flushed ever so slightly, brows raising.
“Have you missed me?” She asked simply. She didn’t know if she would get a genuine response from the informant, but that was alright. She wasn’t looking for attention. She turned, looking around.
He’d let dust accumulate.
“Are you even around here anymore? You let it get all dusty!” She turned with a faux scowl. “What am I, your MAID?” She poked a finger to his shoulder. “I shouldn’t have to be responsible for cleaning as well. You’re such a child.” She rolled her eyes at him, then stared for a moment, her pink cheeks flushing more. It was so…. invigorating… to get angry at him again. Genuinely, truly invigorating. She hadn’t felt this in a while.
“You make me so mad!” She suddenly yelped, throwing her hands up and walking towards the closet to get her utensils. “Idiot.” She had a small smile on her face.
She was home.
==> Enter Namie Yagiri: Izaya’s Office.
She walked in quietly. She was planning to ask for her job back now, after such a long time, she actually came to miss the extra money and grew tired of her former job. “Izaya-san?” She said quietly, glancing around the studio-apartment. “Are you here?”
The familiar voice ringing out in his apartment was a surprise. It’d been months since he’d last heard it in there. Peeking around his bedroom dorm frame as he tugged his grey pull-over on, a grin spread across his face.
‘It took her long enough.’
“Namie… What brings you here?” He called out in the large room.
She turned towards the noise, raising a brow.
“I came…” She paused, balling a fist and heaving a heavy sigh before finishing with: “… To get my job back. You haven’t gone hiring some cubicle-skank to do it instead of me, right?” She smirked a little herself. She missed the smell and feel of this office, even if she would never admit it. She loved being around him the apartment, and it was just easier to do stuff in here.
“If you have, I don’t know whether to be offended, annoyed, or jealous.” She crossed her arms, leaning on the wall.
“I’m the best there is, after all.”
==> Enter Namie Yagiri: Izaya’s Office.
She walked in quietly. She was planning to ask for her job back now, after such a long time, she actually came to miss the extra money and grew tired of her former job. “Izaya-san?” She said quietly, glancing around the studio-apartment. “Are you here?”
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His eyes widen slightly when she informed him of being her first. That was not something he enjoyed knowing. Normally, he’d have no problem with taking someone virginity. But this was different — this was Namie. She was obsessive when it came to love and things of that sort. Her brother was the perfect example. And Izaya knew all to well how certain people who’ve held onto something, like their virginity, react afterwards.
He only prayed that once this was over and the spell was gone that it didn’t leave a metaphorical after taste.
But those thoughts were shoved to the back of his mind when he felt her hands slid down his unclothed chest to his pants, working on removing them. The compliment slipping from her lips with such delight making him cringe inwardly at how disgusting he found it. This new attitude of hers being so strange and foreign — and he hated it.
He grabbed her wrists gently, pinning them abover her head. “Now, now.. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” He warned. Using his free hand to caress the inner part of her thigh. “I have to mind my manners. Ladies are always first.” He purred in a sultry voice. Kissing down her neck and over her collarbone to her breast, he licked a nipple slowly as he glanced up to watch her expressions. All the while his hand slowly slid up her thigh, making circles on it’s painfully slow way to her heat.
She lifts her hips, a heated expression. “Izaya… Such a gentleman…” Pfff… As if… She had resigned to just letting things happen. She was… Hurting… But if it’s not really her, it doesn’t count as her virginity, right?
As he licked her skin, she let out a shaky gasp, biting her lower lip. “A-Ah~ Izaya…” She squeezes her eyes shut. “Mm… Right there…” She groaned quietly in pleasure, her hands clenched into fists. “Pl-Please do more…” She begged. Inner Namie flat-lined. P… Please do more?! What kind of… What?! I can’t even find an insult for this idiot! She growled, the glint in Namie’s eye slightly starting to reveal the disdain her brain was conveying. Izaya, I do not blame you, however I will HIT you when this is over!
”!!!”
The woman let out what could be best described as a literal squeak in dismay when he took hold of her, goosebumps running up her skin when he kissed her neck. . “W-What are you doing, idiot?” She mumbled, her hand going to her neck. She seemed to be calmer now that she knew who it was. “W-Why…” She looked around, obviously searching for a camera of some sort.
After that… Incident… Between the two, things had grown a little… Not necessarily awkward, but for some reason the feelings still lingered when the spell wore off. They would flush and apologize if they ran into each other, and they couldn’t seem to stare into each other’s eyes while talking without starting to flush and stutter after an allotted amount of time. They were like schoolmates in love… Except… They weren’t actually in love…
It was annoying as hell when it came to trying to get work done. She moved away from him, turning and staring. She couldn’t say she didn’t like it; that would be a lie. But she couldn’t say it was something she wanted to happen today.
“Are you… Under some sort of curse?” She asked calmly, her eyes fixed on his. The last curse they had been mutually put under lost her the virginity she had been saving for Seiji since she was a child.
“Or was that genuine?” She put her hand to her neck again, her cheeks flushing pink. She didn’t mean to seem embarrassed, but her heart had picked up, rushing the blood to her face. If you were to ask her a month ago what she would do if he genuinely hit on her, she would say “I’d slap him” without hesitation. But now… She had no idea what she would do. Things were… Different now.
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.
Izaya’s breathe hitched in his throat as she whispered those words to him after a kiss like that. He tried to stop himself — inwardly screaming not to — but the spell overrode his body. Forcing his lips to move as his voice made way through his throat.
“I love you too, Namie.” He was disgusted with himself for allowing it to leave him.
It was such a soft and vulnerable sound. Barely audible when spoken. If Izaya didn’t know better, he was sure the brunette hadn’t heard him. But she was far too close to him not to have heard it.
Letting his hand glide down her body. Sliding down her neck, to her shoulder blades, down and across her mid-back before gripping her by the hip. His other hand still tangled in her hair as he jerked her forward. Their waist colliding, pressing into one another, as Izaya leaned down to kiss her neck.
“Of course, it’d be up to me in the end.” He said, his breath ghosting against her skin as his ruby eyes flickered up to her. “But I want to hear what you have in mind.~”
This gentleness was beyond unnatural for both herself and the informant. She let out a small mewl as he kissed her neck, her skin tingling wherever he touched. Her hands seemed to move on their own as they slid down to the crotch of his pants. Oh ew please don’t!
“Something to do with here would be nice.” She whispered gently, leaning forward and biting the informant’s neck. She slid her hand from his crotch up his shirt, lifting it up and over the informant’s head, then proceeding to remove her own shirt.
Oh my GOD stop! She felt sick just thinking about what she knew was coming next.
click. click. click. swoosh.
Her bra was no longer in the equation.
I never wanted ANYONE to see me with this little clothes, let alone… h… HIM! Ugh!
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She looked up, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she walked up, staring at him for a moment before pulling him into a hug.
This feels… Right. She thought to herself, closing her eyes. She stood there with him for a while before finally pulling away and gazing into his eyes.
“When this is over, we never speak of it again, okay?” She said, pursing her lips, then leaning forward and catching the informant in a kiss, her arms sliding up and around his neck. When she pulled away she bit her bottom lip slightly.
“But for now, I guess having fun wouldn’t hurt… right?”
“Of course.” Izaya whispered in reply to the first comment after she pulled away from him. His lips tingling from the soft touch of her delicate mouth.
It amazed him how all his senses and emotions changed from the spell. Just a simple action had him weak in the knees and he hated it — Izaya wasn’t suppose to get like this.
Brows furrowing at the suggestion — one he couldn’t turn down because the spell wouldn’t allow it — he reached out, tangling his hand into her soft brown hair and leaned towards her.
”What kind of fun are we talking about Namie?” He said low and sultry while mentally yelling at himself to stop.
She shivered, her mind shivering in disgust as her body shivered in ecstasy.
Being so close to the informant, while usually a big pain, was the most sensual and arousing thing on the planet. She wanted to pull away, to slap him and make things go back to normal. But instead her cheeks flushed, and she smirked.
“Whatever kind of fun you would like to have, Izaya.” She whispered, her lips brushing against his as they shared a moment of closeness. She felt his breath against her lips as she hummed happily, then leaning in for a more passionate kiss than before. Small hands gripped his hair as she leaned into the kiss, getting on her tip-toes.
This was nice. This was the kind of thing she wished she had with Seiji. Though instead the stupid curse had to go and give her feelings for the seedy informant. “I love you.” She whispered, inwardly gagging. ‘This is the kind of dialogue you would see in a Shoujou Manga!’ she thought angrily, though it did not show as she smiled at him gently.
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Izaya wanted to protest, he didn’t like the idea of going along with it. He didn’t like this at all. These emotions — the ones he wasn’t capable of having along with the ones he normally controlled — annoyed him; he wanted nothing to do with them.But the expression on her face and the true fact that they both were embarrassing themselves more and more as this went on changed things slightly.
His brow furrowed as he stayed silent for a moment. This was going to go away eventually — things would end up just as they were before he was cursed like this. If this was anyone but someone close to him, someone who wouldn’t be around him everyday, he could have agreed to it quickly.But this was Namie. He’d have to deal with the consequences of whatever action he took and anything he said after all this. It wouldn’t go away. He couldn’t just be “gone before morning,” for one way of putting it, like he could with anything else.
“… Alright.” He mumbled awkwardly. As much as he protested in his mind and knew better — he found the feelings in his chest and his mouth wouldn’t let him reject it. Damn curse.
She looked up, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she walked up, staring at him for a moment before pulling him into a hug.
This feels… Right. She thought to herself, closing her eyes. She stood there with him for a while before finally pulling away and gazing into his eyes.
“When this is over, we never speak of it again, okay?” She said, pursing her lips, then leaning forward and catching the informant in a kiss, her arms sliding up and around his neck. When she pulled away she bit her bottom lip slightly.
“But for now, I guess having fun wouldn’t hurt… right?”
