Hey guys! I still hope to continue this story! This chapter however will be short. Be warned!
It was a spring day, the new month of January. This was the day after visiting Izaya in the mental ward. You were now standing in your room, opening your window. It was late at night around midnight to be exact. Your parents were asleep, and the day landed on a weekend. The chilly air swept through the window, filling your room with a breeze that made your skin crawl. It would repeatedly send shivers down your spine. Your room was dimly lit was a single candle on your bedside table. Now you were wearing a soft fabric mini skirt with a tank top, which your bra was see through in. The moonlight rested on your powdered face, your eyeshadow being perfect as well as dark. You had showered before, your skin clear and sappily smooth shaved. You waited a moment, almost like you were waiting for someone to climb through. You walked over to your bed and laid down quietly.
"Oh Y/N~~" A small male's voice cooed from the outside. A dark figure lingered around before inviting himself in and climbing through the window. Carrying a bag, he set it down and took off his large coat. You smiled a bit, sitting up from your mattress. The male walked up, immediately crawling over you. His left leg pushed between both your legs, his knee grinding against the exterior of your panties from under the skirt. You complied, laying down flat as his body hovered over yours.
"Mn Izaya~ You came for me…" you breathed out softly. You felt his hands reach for your neck, beginning to squeeze in the attempt to choke you gently. You let him, your hands remaining by your side. Your hands simply turned to still fists, in place as you felt your windpipe tightening a bit. Your breathing became raspier and came out in small pants. Izaya smiled down at your, choking you lightly. "I missed you." He whispered, leaning down towards your earlobe. He nibbled it a bit, his tongue swirling over the curled skin.
"look at you beautiful. Dressing up just for me?" He asked. You closed your eyes as you winced a bit, trying to nod. He continued to smile. His hands slowly moved off your neck as he sat up. He crawled moreover, his hips hovering over yours now. Izaya dug into his pockets, pulling out a small pocket knife. Watching him, you knew exactly what he was going to do. You were going to let him. Your body languages interacted together, so there was no need for words. You knew this was your punishment for stabbing him previously and now it was your turn. Izaya pointed the knife towards the side of your neck, piercing it a bit against your soft flesh. He sliced it up and down, stabbing gently. He cut your skin, causing blood to dribble first before sliding down to your chest. You winced once more, crying out a bit.
"a-ah! I-it…" You began, panting and taking sharp breaths. Izaya leaned down, kissing your now tear stained cheek as the knife moved down. "It hurts. Doesn't it beautiful? It's a nice feeling… Isn't it? To feel the warm blood which has been thriving through those veins of yours." He purred. He stood up, letting the blood start to pour out. It stained your light bed sheets and your dark clothing. Izaya pulled out a large aid kit, wrap from his bag and climbed over your cold body. He began to patch up your wound without hesitation, wrapping up your neck. You now matched with your identical scars. You smiled again, sniffling as your tears quickly stopped. Thank god that this time, you were wearing water proof make up, effective for 12 hours. You allowed him to help you. Once done, his hands began moving further down, to grope those lady bits of yours on your chest. His long fingers tease a bit, slipping themselves into your clothing, including your bra. You couldn't help but close your eyes and moan softly, your voice free to be let out. You didn't have a hand over your mouth by force, or duck tape.
"i-izaya…" You whined softly, your hands reaching u to Izaya's neck. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. You gave him a quick kiss with ease and you were returned with a kiss too. "…what did you do to get out?" You asked, your mind filled with curiosity. He enjoyed his time, touching your body slowly and gently. He moved further down, now easing his way towards your naughty bits, below your teal blue panties. Currently, you spread your legs wider for him, welcoming every one of his touches. His eyes looked into yours, which they were a tone of psychotic passion.
"I simply pulled off the thorns and waited for them to come get me. Would my little birdy like to know?" He smirked, and you nodded in response. He leaned closer to your ear once more, wanting to whisper and make you shudder. "...I simply gauged their eyes out with those rather large thorns. I used a spoon to scoop them out, squishing one and keeping the other. I allowed them to watch themselves die as I began the attempt to choke and gag them. I would cut the stuffing out from the cell wall that they kept me surrounded in. I used those beautiful roses to fill the lower part of their throats from the outside. I just stabbed through until the stem reached the back of their necks. I made them into living dolls, with wax skin and hollow eyes, nothing but holes. I even thought about making you a necklace out of their belly buttons." He explained thoroughly, softly whispering into your ears. This made you shudder and for a moment, it made you want to puke. You simply smiled and nuzzled him.
"I love you so dearly Izaya." You said softly, embracing him. "I love you." You kissed him deeply, taking charge as you bit his bottom lip. You sucked a bit, your tongues entwining and exchanging in hot saliva. His hands slid down your hips, beginning to claim your body in pinching and teasing.
Was it so wrong to be turned on by chaotic and absolute psychotic madness? Absolutely not.
This story is complete! hope you all enjoyed! maybe I'll make some in the way far future!~