Lock and Key [Izaya x Police!Reader]

“501, 502, 503, 504, 505-”

Your nerves were at the brink of exploding. Then again, prison wasn’t exactly a place to calm ones nerves. The stench of manly body odor wafted down the halls. The fluorescent lights drained all life and color from the facility. Obscenities were shouted at you as you casually strolled down the hallways into your dinky, little office.

But, nothing could top watching Izaya Orihara in solitary confinement.

Absolutely nothing.

You always knew he was up to no good. Every little thing he did was part of a bigger picture, a scheme that always unfolded one step ahead of the police. So, turning himself over to your custody was nothing short of suspicious.

Something bad was going on.

You just had yet to figure out what.

But, even with nowhere go or hide, Izaya was less than pleasurable to keep an eye on. He sassed you left and right, and he utterly refused to shut up when you desperately wanted to return to your book or eat.

Then, there was the counting.

THAT DAMN COUNTING.

He never stopped until you looked to talk to him. Even for a second, he would pick up where he left off with that cocky grin on his stupid face. You never knew anyone in history of this entire fucking planet that was as entertained with counting as this stupid asshole was. What the fuck was he even counting anyway?

You shockingly possessed enough strength to steal your nerves for just a little bit longer.

But, alas, all good things must come to an end.

“645...646...647-”

“IZAYA,” you snapped as you slammed your book shut.

Almost immediately, he turned to you with a sheepish grin plastered to his face.

“May I ask what in the name of high heaven are you counting?” your fingernails rapped the cover of your book.

“Oh, me?” he tilted his head swinging his legs back and forth as they dangled from the top bunk. “I was simply counting the seconds ticking by.”

You hated that sing-songy voice. It made him sound so cocky...more cocky than normal, if that was even possible.

“Can’t you do something else more productive with your time?” you grumbled, flipping a few pages in your book.

He took a moment to pause and then laugh.

“Oh,” he said, voice dropping.

When you raised your eyes, you saw him slink over to the bars, smirking darkly.

“I can think of a few things.”

You narrowed your eyes at him: fucking rascal he was.

“Gimme a break,” you replied curtly.

And he only replied with a burst of obnoxious laughter.

Oh, how you hated that laugh. He always knew just how to get under your skin, and it worked every time.

Of course, it’d be more of a challenge for him had it not been for a few foolish mistakes you made in the past.

Mistakes involving him...

It wasn’t that you fell for his tricks exactly. Hell, you saw right through his ploys. He longed to use you as a pawn in his game, one that would bring the slums of Ikebukuro to their knees.

You refused and waded through his schemes with such ease, you were sure it would keep him away from you.

Alas, the hands of fate crossed your paths again. The confrontation was no better. He dripped with shrewdness, and you weaved your way through his web. Despite his plans for you never falling into place, he appreciate the fact that you stepped right over his traps. It made you interesting and entertaining.

But, even you could not ignore the strong carnal desires he surged within you, and he used his own to fuel that unfortunate flame.

It was mistake you couldn’t quite figure out whether or not you regretted it.

At the moment, as you kept him under lock and key, you definitely regretted it.

But, that was only because he was using the little weakness you held for him against you.

That thin, overconfident smile still rested on his lips as he tilted his head, hummed to himself, slide his nimble fingers around the iron bars. You ducked your chin in attempt to return to your book, hoping to escape his horrid gaze.

His dark orbs remained, unmoving, unwavering.

“Aw, come on,” he said in an exaggerated whine. “You can’t ignore me that long can you?”

“You bet your ass, I can,” you seethed.

“Please,” he cocked an eyebrow, slinking an arm through one of the open spaces of the bar. “Come here, little lady.”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” you lowered your head and shielded your eyes with your palm.

“Once!”

“And for me, once is worth a million , so stop.”

“Oooo,” he said with a mock shudder. “You must be the equivalent of a goddess if your words mean that much.”

“Izaya, stop it. I’m trying to read.”

That irritating chuckle of his, thin and arrogant as fuck, filled the room, seeped into your ears, dominated your brain.

Until you half jumped from your seat.

He smirked at your reaction. With a cough, you turned your head away, scratching your head most awkwardly.

“What a lovely response,”  he said, draping his arms around the bar. “I didn’t know I effected you that much. What a pleasure.”

You clicked your tongue. “Whatever. I wasn’t reacting to you in the slightest.”

“Then, what was it?”

Your eyes darted about. Damn, you sucked at lying. “....A fly.”

“Where?”

“Would you just stop it!”

“Oooo, such an intense reply! Could this mean that-?”

Slamming your hand against the desk, you were sure the sound waves reverberated throughout the entirety of the prison. Your heart pounded your ears, nearly skipping a bit from the exasperation. You swallowed the dry lump in your throat.

At though he silenced, his ego still permeated throughout the room.

And you knew then and there that he too had you under lock and key. Only you were positive that his might have been stronger than the iron clad bars you kept him behind.

With a huff, you practically stomped over to the cell and shoved the key in its designated place. Quite an awkward metaphor you thought.

“What’s this?” he leaned in as close as the prison would allow, enough for his breath to feather across the shell of your ear. “Are you letting me go?”

The door opened with an ear piercing creak, and before he could utter one more syllable, you took him by the collar and crashed your mouth onto his. His breath caught in surprise, but he eventually caught the message and settled his arms around your hips.

When you pulled away, his eyes glinted. Your stomach dropped.

Once again, he won.

“Is this against the rules?” he murmured, lips crazing against yours.

“Does it look like I care right now?” you half growled and took his top lip in between your teeth.

He hummed in approval at the delectable sensations. “You sure you won’t get caught?”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”