Mikado: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine
Mikado: i became more evil if you’re curious
Kida: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!
Mikado: i’m going to get worse on purpose
(New post without link being something is being weird. See the ‘Masterlist’ portion of my blog which I will update.)
Listen, I don’t know where in Ikebukuro or Shinjuku exactly there is a balcony that fits this but this was nagging at me after the episode with the girl almost falling off the building and Izaya just being a nonchalant, snarky prick about everything going on.
Anyways, let’s turn the spice up a little bit for Day Two
Kinktober Day 2: Balcony S*x | Izaya Orihara (Durarara!!))
You clung to the balcony rail in a white-knuckled grip as you stared down at the dark street below, strung taut with anticipation and fear. Knowing that in the hazy light of dusk anyone who happened to look too far up might notice was all at once exciting and terrifying, an electric thrill that
shot through you and made you tremble. The whole thing made you more wet and horny than you ought to admit. The slender, dark-haired man pressed intently against your back knew none of them would ever look up though- all his precious humans were too wrapped up in their own lives and worries to pay attention up above. But that didn’t stop him from smirking at the excited uncertainty he could feel beneath your skin.
You could have told him ‘no’ at any point. Could have stopped him and tried to convince him to take your fun to a more private setting. But you hardly raised any fuss at all when he moved closed and began to lead things in a racier direction. Other people less tuned to your mood or body language might have mistaken the tremors that rolled through you in waves for simple fear. But Izaya wasn’t other people by a long shot. He could tell with little effort you were enjoying yourself. You seemed to get off on the potential danger of being seen in a compromising manner
His typical wide grin stretching his lips, Izaya casually slipped his hands beneath your shirt, deft fingers smoothing up over your torso before latching onto your breasts greedily. From the view over your shoulder, he watched as you bit down on your lip and struggled against the soft noises he knew wanted to escape as he tweaked and massaged your nipples. The contrast between your overheated skin and the cold metal of the rings on his index fingers was a pleasant shock added to your full-body shudders.
He trailed his nose along the slope of your neck, finding the junction where it met your shoulder and nibbling at the sensitive flesh there. A muffled whine managed to break away from you and his smug smile grew wider while you bit your lip with renewed vigor. “Don’t make too much noise now or someone might hear you~” Izaya teased, amused by your attempts to remain unheard.
Continuing to mouth at your throat and shoulders, he redirected the attention on your tits to the edge of your skirt. He flipped it up with one hand, pulling your panties aside with the other and shallowly running a finger along your heat, find you already embarrassingly wet. “Oh, you really seem to be enjoying yourself,” He purred, a tinge of mock surprise peppered among his playful tone.
He pressed his hips more firmly against your backside, the flushness of his body preventing your skirt from sliding back down. Spreading your lips he probed for a second before pushing inside smoothly. The rush and foreplay alone made you more than wet enough to accommodate the hard length of his dick without much discomfort. Your teeth tore more viciously at your lip, almost enough to draw blood and your fingers tightened even harder around the balcony rail. The sensation of his cock buried in you while he allowed you a moment to adjust was maddening and you wanted nothing more than to let go of the noises that bubbled up in your throat.
Izaya leaned further into your body, thrusting at a pace that was rough but languid. Each smooth push of his hips brushed his cock against a spot that had your abdomen drawing into a more and more tight knot, making it that much harder to contain your lewd noises. The fringe of his hair tickled your skin as he whispered into your ear, voice becoming rapidly huskier as he pumped into you. “Mm, I wonder how much you can take before you can’t hold back anymore?” He wondered aloud, returning his hands to your chest.
Your cunt bore down around him in response to the thought of being exposed from cries of pleasure slipping through your lips. You heard a low moan in your ear in answer and his hips stuttered briefly. You shook your head weakly as if to discourage him. If anything it just spurred him to work his hips harder and faster against yours.
Soon you both were breathing heavily and your lip stung from your effort, a hot bead of blood bubbling up where you had broken the skin. One white-knuckled hand flew to your lips as an additional barrier, but the stifled sounds of bliss were obvious to Izaya, close as he was. Despite being distracted by your pains to remain unheard, you thrust your hips back into your lover with each buck forward, the need to come rising fast. Izaya’s touch became more hurried with each pitch forward as well, chasing a similar bliss.
It became an ordeal in itself to hold back the noises straining your throat when one of his hands disappeared beneath the waistband of your skirt and into your soaked underwear, finding your clit and pushing you even closer to release. As much as Izaya would have loved to hear his name loud and clear on your lips, the smothered moans you tried to hold back as you came around his cock were just as undoing. As your pussy squeezed him even tighter, hot and soft and wet, he couldn’t hold back his own climax. He continued to stroke your clit and grind his hips into yours as he spilled into you, filling you with his cum until it dripped out around him onto the balcony.
When the euphoria subsided, you slumped against the railing, laying your head on one hand, panting and wincing at the stinging in your abused lip. Izaya remained buried inside you as he recovered, a sudden twitch of his softening cock making you jump, a soft gasp filtering into the air. He pulled out and removed his hands from your shirt and panties, shit-eating grin eternally plastered to his face. “You know I’d almost think you like the idea someone might have seen.” He teased, voice still a little breathless.
You just rolled your eyes and stuck up a finger in his direction. Answering him would just stroke his ego further, whatever you said. For now, you were just going to enjoy the cool touch of the railing until you were ready to think straight again.
