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Izaya x Reader

((DIS IS NOT PART OF THE STORY SO BEWARE HOOMANZ. it's also in third person because why not? :P

Third p.o.v

A (H/C) woman sauntered down the alley way, both hands clutching her purse. She sighs, almost practically speed walking through the dark and creepy alley.

"Hey there~" A ravenette appeared to her side, making the poor woman jump and land on her bum. (F/N) dragged herself to the opposite alley wall, too afraid to stand.

"U-Uhm.." She pointed at the ravenette with a shaky finger. "Wh-.. Who are yo-you?"

"Me?" The informant placed a hand on his chest, raising an eyebrow. "Well surely you've heard of handsome ol' me" He seemed a bit agitated.

"N-No.." She shook her head. "I'm.. I'm new here" (F/N) finally had the courage to stand up, dusting her behind. "I'm (L/N) (F/N)" her timid aura seemed to disappear, replaced with a cheerful one. She extended her hand, a toothy grin on her face.

"Nice to meet ya," He reached to grab her hand but ended up grabbing her elbow, pulling her forward. (F/N) practically fell into his grasp. "I'm Izaya Orihara"

At that point, (F/N) knew she was dead. Her parents wanted her dead but she ran away. Now seemingly, they hired the best informant of Ikebukuro and Shinjuku.

"Informant-San, unhand me please" (F/N)'s aura seemed to go from cheerful to a dark, angered aura. She pulls out her switch-blade, trying to jab the informant. Izaya dodges all her attempts, finally grabbing both her wrists and almost slamming her back into the wall.

(F/N) winced. Both her wrists were trapped above her head. She could only kick him, but he quickly restrict it by moving his knee up to her crotch. (F/n) was on the tips of her toes seeing as her short height: 5"1, couldn't match Izaya's 5"8.

"Come on, I know you want to kill me!" She spat on his face, squirming against his grip.

"Kill? Why would I kill a lovely human as yourself?" Izaya chuckled, his signature mischievous smirk formed on his lips.

"Didn't my parents hire you?" She blinked, while simultaneously trying to find an escape.

"Yes but I don't wish to kill such a perfect human as yourself. Quite the contrary in fact" Izaya began rubbing his knee up her crotch, making (F/N) squirm.

"H-Hey!" She yelled at he informant.

He shushed her by connecting his lips to hers. (F/N) tried very hard to keep her mouth shut as she glared daggers at the informant.

Soon one minute became two, two became four. Then she couldn't take anymore and gasped for air, letting the informant slither his wet muscle inside her mouth.

"MMF!" She almost clamps her teeth down on his tongue but froze when she felt a hand being placed st her neck. The informant moved his index finger along her neck, tracing it down to her collar bones and back up to her jaw. This sent chills down (F/N)'s spine as she loses her breath quicker than before.

Izaya soon stopped when (F/N) shut her eyes tightly. He lets the girl gasp for air desperately while studying her features.

"St.." She gasped. "Stupid informant.. that wa-was my first kiss!"

"I know" He simply replied with his smirk unwavering. "Now it's your turn to ask the correct question; why aren't I killing you" Izaya moved his hand from her neck to her waist, gripping it gently.