Multi-Fandom One-shots (Requests OPEN)

Not Nice Enough (a izaya×Male!reader)

You'd known Izaya since you were both in 5th grade. It was no surprise that he'd turned out the way he did, after all, you knew all of his secrets. Every piece of guilt he pretended he didn't have, every problem he had to fix, everything that scared him. You knew *everything* there was to know about him.  So, naturally, he kept you as far away as possible. He came to visit? The house stayed on complete lockdown. Phone calls? He immediately broke his phone afterwards. It was very rare that you were ever allowed in the same country. He had his ways of keeping you away.
    Clearly you were a bit skeptic when he called you asking for you to come visit. If you didn't know any better, you would have just assumed he wanted to finally get rid of you.

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   You jump as your phone starts going off, nearly throwing the book you held into the air. You sigh, closin the book before reaching for your phone. You run a hand through your (H/C) hair as you pick it up, and you can't help but roll your (E/C) eyes as you read **'Unknown Number'** flashing on the screen.
"Hello, you've reached the (L/N)'s household. How may I help you?" You drone boredly, wondering which random company had decided to call you this time.
"Hey, (Y/N)!" You recognized the cheeky voice on the other sid of the line, and immediately perk up. "It's been a while." Izaya said, and you could practically hear his grin.
"I wonder who's fault that is?" You replied quickly, though you couldn't help the smile that formed. Izaya chuckled.
"I wonder." He replied as you sank back into your chair. "So. I'm sure your wondering why I called." Izaya began. Clanging could be heard, then the thump of footsteps, before he started again. "Anyway. I need you to book the next flight to Tokyo." You couldn't help but burst into laughter. He had to be joking. Neither of you had seen each other for the last...5 years. You'd barelly even talked! Now he wanted you to drop everything? It had to be a joke, it just had to be. Your laughter dies out as you realized he was serious.
"Seriously?" You asked as you tried to make sense of why he'd want you there. It was a danger to him, since you knew his weaknesses. So..all you could think of was that he wanted you out of the way. There was silence on the other line for a long moment then,
"Yeah. Just come on over." He said it in his best 'trust me' voice, and you sighed once more. "I-ZA-YA!" The shout startled you. "Welp, looks like I have to get going, see you later (Y/N)." Then he hung up, not bothering to offer an explanation.

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    Arriving had gone relatively smooth, and the two of you, mostly Izaya, had decided you were to stay the weekend.  Now, it was pretty late and you were currently relaxing on the couch, having taken up reading again. Suddenly your reading is interupted, as several movie cases land on your book and crash against your chest.
"Hey!" You protest, dropping your book for the second time as you scowl down at the cases. "What's this for?" You asked reluctantly, holding up one of them. Izaya smirked as he plopped down next to you. He was too close for comfort as he grabbed one, waving it in front of your face.
"Bestfriends watch movies together, right? It's been forever since I could actually sit down and watch any of these." He said, emphasizing his point with another wave of the movie.
"Yeah but we don't usually-"
"Oh we smee. Pick one." Izaya waved off your concern as he turned to face the currently black tv screen. You reluctantly collect the scattered dvds and look through them. You pull one out that caught your attention, holding it up for him to see.
"There. Are you happy now?" You asked, handing it to him. He flashed a smirk behind him as he stood.
"Oh (Y/N), you know I'm always happy." He winked. Causing you to narrow your eyes slightly, despite the blush that rose. He..was acting real strange. He'd seem his normal self to the untraind eye, but you saw right through him. You knew the other boy too well for this to be nothing. The trouble was finding out *why* he was acting like this. You shrug it off, for now. It wasn't hurting anyone, as far as you knew.

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  About half way through the movie, it became apparent that Izaya's attention wasn't on the screen. In fact, you were quite certain he spent most of it watching you instead. You weren't absolutely positive, since he always look away when you looked over, but it was more than just a suspiscion at this point. Still, you shrugged it off. If he decided he was goin to miss the movie (that he insisted you pick out) then that was his problem, and not yours. You yawned and rubbed at your eyes, figuring you should head to bed, despite it being early. After all, you were feeling a bit jetlagged. You stand, mumbling a 'goodnight' as you run a hand through your hair groggily and turn. You got about halfway down the hall when you fell against the wall. Or at least, you assumed you'd fallen. Your breath came out in a small wheeze as you tried to regain your balance. It was then that you realized that you hadn't, in fact, fallen. Izaya had shoved you against the wall. He had his hands on either side of your head, somewhat trapping you, and his face was once again uncomfortably close.
"Izaya?" He didn't respond to you, but he cut you off when you attempted to call out to him again.
"Just shut it for a minute." He muttered, staring intently at you. After a long, somewhat awkward (for you, anyway) pause, he clicked his tongue. "Damnit." He stepped away, lifting his arms to cross them. You hesitently side step, giving him an odd look, before continuing down the hall and attempting to stay unphased.

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  After a moment or two (giving you time to change into some grey slacks), Izaya entered the room. He silently slipped in, still making you look up, locking the door slowly behind him. You narrow your eyes, taking a small step back.
"Is this the part where you finally kill me?" You ask, both an attempt to ligten the mood and find out what the hell was happening. Izaya didn't answer and you worried for a moment, but he sighs and leans back against the door. You turn back to the bed, grabbing your shirt before hesitantly looking over at Izaya, who had begun to talk.
"Listen, (Y/N). Growing up with me, you gotta know, I'm not a nice guy. And I won't apoligize for that." He said with a shrug, kicking off the door. You narrowed your eyes as Izaya strolled closer, even taking a few steps back as he drew closer.
"I don't expect you to, you've never apoligized." You reply, beginning to worry as you felt your back touch the wall behind you. Izaya didn't move closer, but his lips twitched into a smirk and your stomach flipped. He reached out his hand, the gesture making it clear he wanted you to take it. You sigh heavily, reaching out to take his hand.
"Why so tense?" Izaya teased, tugging lightly on your hand to draw you closer to him.
"Why are *you* acting so strange?" You accused, earning a light chuckle from Izaya. It made you jump, and your heartbeat sped up. It wasn't his usual cruel and mocking laugh, it was... genuine and soft. Before you could speak, Izaya pulled you against his chest (bastard's lucky your shorter) . He dipped his head into the crook of your shoulder, his warm breath tickling the hair on the back lf your neck. "(Y/N), dance with me." He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. You brought your hands up, ready to push him away, but couldn't find the will to. Izaya slowly starts to move, gently swaying as he stepped light across the room, pulling you along against his chest. You nearly melted as he began to hum, the rumbling of his voice drawing your mind away from logic. Your mind went fuzzy as you wrap your arms around his thin waist, completely ignoring the strange situation.

    You were jolted out of the stupor as he stopped dancing, wrapping his arms around your back. The back of your legs were pushed against the bed, making you stumble back, falling onto the bed with Izaya still wrapped around you.
"I-Izaya get off." You tried to sound confident, but your words fell on deaf ears. He clung to you as you tried to sit up, pulling you further onto the bed instead. You didn't struggle much, merely pushing on Izaya's shoulders. He lifted himself up, hovering over you with lust shining in his eyes.
"(Y/N), I missed your company." He purred, causing your heart to flutter. You couldn't respond, cheeks burning and body beginning to heat up as well. He looked you in the eyes as his hand trailed down to your hips, sliding under your shirt and feeling your chest. You gasped, both from how cold Izaya's hands were and how surprisingly good it felt.
"I-Izaya this isn't-" he cut you off, roughly planting his lips against yours, his tongue greedy as you opened your mouth in surprise. He didn't break the kiss as he shrugged his jacket off, tossing it off the bed. He tugged off your shirt as well, breaking the kiss to pull it over your head. You breathed heavily, hertbeat racing and a heat beginnin to pool in your groin. Izaya smirked, leanin down to trace kisses down your chest, trailing further down until he reached the top of your slacks, biting at the edge and looking up at you. You shuddered, grippin the bed sheets as Izaya pulled off your pants, slipping his hand into your boxers as he leaned up to kiss you again. You stiffled a moan, shaking with desire. You'd never thought your visit with Izaya would end up like this. Never in a million years had you pictured this. As a reality anyway.

     Morning was rough. Bright sunlight shining through the window, your entire body sore. You took a deep breath, pulling yourself up in the bed to sit up, quickly pulling your boxers on as you realized you were still naked. A warm hand pressed against your forearm and you glanced behind you. Izaya gave a sly smirk, pullin you onto back down with him.
"Morning sunshine." He purred.

(Requested by supershaymin123)