Okay, I’ve decided to take my writing more seriously than i currently am, so here’s my masterlist. Ill add as i write, but this is all i have at the moment!
HERE is my list of characters/people ill write about!!
Guys, I have decided to, once again, update the characters im willing to write about! Ill write about any male companion from bg3, hozier, L from death note, Nanami, Gojo, Choso, Pierrot, and anyone my bbl bsf @putsummilesonit wants me to! I promise fics are coming 😼
꩜ A/N: Ik it’s been so long guys, I missed writing sm… anyways, here’s a little Nanami smut… drabble thing…. I js know he eats it like a man STARVINGGGG!! ALSOOO, i meant to finish writing this a month ago and forgot about it… sorry it’s so short and badly written 😰 and i didnt know how to end it 🌚 Didnt really proofread either…
꩜ Pairing: fem!reader x kento nanami
꩜ Contents: SMUTTT, porn w no plot, face sitting, oral (f receiving), that’s it i think…
꩜ Word count: 459
Kento Nanami and overtime did NOT mix well, yet here was another day he had came home late. He had missed you terribly all day. You had not helped with that in the slightest. You had sent him multiple… suggestive texts… as well as a slew of nudes that left the poor guy jacking off in the bathroom.
When he got home? It was just like any other day at first. He slipped his shoes off by the door, loosened his tie, and slipped out of his suit jacket. But you were… in a mood… to say the least. You came into the living room in the red wine-colored set he loved so dearly. He stared at you for a moment before he stepped closer to you.
He leaned in to kiss you, as he always did when he got home. The kiss soon evolved into something a lot more passionate, though. You grabbed onto his tie and deepened the kiss. He slid his tongue into your mouth, and he groaned against your lips.
That's how you ended up where you currently are, sitting on his face on the sofa as he ate your pussy. “Mmmph… Kentoooo,” you whimpered as he gripped your hips tightly, his tongue flicking over your clit teasingly. You rolled your hips, trying to get any sort of friction you could as you ground down against his face. He started to lap at your dripping cunt, which made you whimper and squirm even more.
You gripped onto the arm of the sofa and rolled your hips even more. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you onto his face as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. Your hands moved from the couch arm to his hair, threading through the blonde strands and tugging lightly.
He flipped you onto your back, your thighs squeezed his head as your back arched up off of the sofa. He groaned at the feeling of your thighs clamped around his head, sending vibrations to your core. You moaned, tightening your grip on his hair.
His tongue flattened, licking long strips along your soaked folds up to your throbbing clit. You whimpered, writhing a little bit beneath him. His hands tightened their grip on you as he continued to eat you out. You tugged at his hair as you felt yourself nearing your breaking point. You cried out his name as you came on his tongue. Your back arched up off of the couch as your toes curled and you whimpered. You loosened your grip on his hair and you relaxed, trying to catch your breath. He carried you to your shared bedroom, laid you down and climbed into bed after you. He held you closely until both of you fell asleep.
Guys, I'm about to have the crash out of the century. WTF IS THE STATE OF NANAMI FANFIC??? WHY are we headcanoning him to be so rough? He would NOT be??? Why did I see a fic where he was the reader's stepdad? This man is canonically so... responsible. Are we so fr rn? like, actually. He is literally the opposite of 99% of the fics I have found. Also, maybe im being too nitpicky, but why are we calling him "Ken" I cannot imagine anyone calling him ken. anyways, thanks for coming to my ted talk!
Guys, I have decided to, once again, update the characters im willing to write about! Ill write about any male companion from bg3, hozier, L from death note, Nanami, Gojo, Choso, Pierrot, and anyone my bbl bsf @putsummilesonit wants me to! I promise fics are coming 😼
✝︎ synopsis — caitlin and paige gets jealous over the reader whose in a club giving herself up to anyone and everyone.
✝︎ warnings — smut, double penetration, spit, drinking mentioned, paige x cc getting freaky by themselves too
✝︎ author’s note — me and mrs. fudd collab 😋 please glaze this. @mrsfudd
Drunk, bored, and seething with annoyance, you throw yourself into the dance floor, surrendering your body to any stranger who even vaguely echoes your secret fuck buddies. The music pulses through your veins like a desperate heartbeat. As the crowd surges around you, a random girl's hand slips boldly under the hem of your skirt, fingers grazing the damp heat between your thighs. Instead of pulling away you arch into it, letting her palm press against your soaked panties, you want to be seen, need to be seen.
A pair of piercing blue eyes slice through the crowd, locking onto yours with a degrading glare, Paige Beuckers, the generational prodigy, the basketball phenom who's been fucking you raw in the backseat of her black SUV for weeks on end. She's across the floor, her toned, athletic frame sitting comfortably on a bar stool, her face covered in disgust, watching you give yourself up for a random.
You try to break the eye contact, but it's no use. Another gaze pins you in place, pretty brown eyes. Caitlin Clark, the female Steph Curry, the sharpshooter who's been devouring your pussy for months on end. Her eyes studied you, up and down. She had a hard time trying to conceal her anger, having a hard time understanding how you could be so careless.
You needed to be seen, to feel the adrenaline rush of someone’s hands on you, to feel the goosebumps that crossed your body in waves the moment their hands groped your body. You loved it when people admired you: calling you sexy, pretty, gorgeous. It always made your cheeks flush and the hair on your neck stand up. The drink in your system didn’t make it much better.
You weren’t too drunk. Just enough to buzz the annoyance off of you. You did so good in your sport, yet barely anyone praised you for it. All the headlines were too focused on some stupid scandal. Your skirt was a little too short— shiny, bright, and beautiful underneath the disco lights that made everyone glimmer in different colors.
Your back pressed against the girl’s chest. Her fingers felt so good against your soaking cunt. She dipped her hand into her drink and spread the liquor across your panties before rubbing it in. The iced liquor burned from the difference in temperature.
You probably should’ve pulled away the moment you’d seen Paige, or better yet, when you’d seen Caitlin. You didn’t care though. What’s the worst they could do to you? Fuck you? That’s what you needed. The simple memory of Caitlin’s tongue and the way she’d spread your pussy just to eat you like she’d been starved for weeks was enough to make your hips roll in a little circle against the woman’s hand. “F-fuckk..” The crown of your head pressed against the firm chest behind you, closing your eyes and trying to forget the two set of eyes glaring you down like you’re some kind of filthy slut.
Paige's eyes locked onto Caitlin across the club, catching the restless bounce of her leg and the furious flicker in her eye. She traced that stare, following it straight to you, lost in the rhythm. Confusion rested upon Paige's face as she slides up to Caitlin, her breath hot against the her ear, lips brushing skin as she whispers something unreadable. You didn’t need to be told what was said. Caitlin's body tensed, her jaw clenching, cheeks flushed.
Oblivious, you let the music take control, eyelids sealed shut as the bass coursed through your veins. The girl who you still didn’t know the name of warmth pressed against you, grinding in sync, sweaty skin sticking together, the sting of liquor lingering on your tongue.
Then, a firm hand clamped around your wrist, Caitlin. Your eyes shot open, a grin appeared on your lips, To your surprise, she wasn’t excited to see you. Her face was a storm, lips pressed thin, no trace of enjoyment. Without a sound, she dragged you through the moving bodies, her grip bruising as she hauled you off the floor and shoved you through the club doors. The cool air caused your nipples to perk, an unforgiving look on Caitlin’s face caused your spine to shiver.
You felt your heartbeat pace with Caitlin’s. Her thumb pressed so deeply into the vein of your arm that they matched each others rhythms.
“Caitttyyyy-Catttt,” You purred. Your voice was slurred, heavier on the edges when you’d said her name.
You nearly fell forward, stumbling on your thick, long heels. Your nipples hardened underneath your short and flimsy little dress. You were giggling loudly, rambling mindlessly about how much you liked Caitlin and how sexy she looked in her black pants and beige top.
“Ughhh, CC, you loookkkk sooo good.” Your voice mumbled.
Your free hand grasping at her hair, desperately trying to kiss her— your vision was blurred just enough for you to miss her lips every single time. You made contact with her nose, her cheek, her jawline. Your eyes widened when she opened the shiny door for you. Ooo, a Limo.
“Awww. You taking me somewhere special in your nice little car?” You were going to thank her briefly for being so sweet, but you could tell it wasn’t out of kindness.
Caitlin’s hazel eyes were burning into you. Fierce, dark, and cold. Her hands shoved you down into the back seat of the long black Limo. Some fans were outside with their cameras: bright lights flashing, the sound of music blasting in the limo— somehow even louder than it was in the club.
Caitlin leaned to whisper in your ear, “You thought you were cute?” She asked.
Her voice was raspy and low. Her breath slipping down the back of your neck. Her clipped nails cutting into your hips. You barely had time to push yourself up.
“Can you sit the fuck up?”
You didn’t have to look up to even know who it was. Their sweet voice now more demeaning. Cruel with a sharp edged you never heard before.
Your head spun in circles, jaw coming slack from the fact that Paige was here too… Her voice echoed in the limo, your heart skipped a few beats before dropping into the pit of your stomach the moment the car door slamming echoed behind you.
“I should’ve known one wasn’t enough for you, huh? Fucking slut…” Paige hissed out her teeth.
Her jawline clenched. You didn’t even have a second to try and defend yourself. The fear coming thick in your throat. It was hard to even swallow it down when you’d seen her blue eyes staring right at you in utter disdain like you were some sort of common whore.
You peer your eyes up at Paige, waiting for her to say anything. The awkward silence makes you want to crawl into a hole and die, until it's not silent anymore.
"It's funny you really thought you could get away with this, pathetic slut," Caitlin laughs, running her hand up your damp thigh, feeling the spot where she marked you.
Paige starts to do the same, forcing your sticky thighs apart, pinching your nipples hard through the dress she paid for.
"Driver, roll up the partition please," Paige asks before attaching her lips to your neck.
Unforgettable sensations run through your body as they both kiss and bite your neck, their fingers inching closer to your needy cunt. Caitlin slips off your panties, soaked in arousal and alcohol. She rubs your throbbing clit as Paige sticks one finger in your aching hole.
"Fucking worthless slut," Paige mutters, feeling how wet you are, noticing you dripping on the leather seats.
Caitlin's lips leave your neck first, then Paige's. Caitlin moves you to the left side, sitting her and Paige next to each other, thigh to thigh. Without hesitation, they start making out, strings of spit connecting their lips as their tongues explore each other's mouths. Subconsciously, you start to rub your exposed cunt, enjoying the show in front of you. Paige's eyes flicker up, immediately catching you.
"God, you really are a desperate whore. Look at you, touching yourself like a little bitch who can't control herself," Paige tsks, shaking her head at you.
Paige rips a clean strip off your dress, binding your wrists tight. Making sure you know who's in control.
Paige wastes no second getting back to Caitlin, unbuckling her pants with one hand, teasing her wet pussy, forcing her to grind against her fingers. Caitlin lets off soft moans as she watches Paige's perky tits bounce every time the driver hits a bump. Caitlin pulls up Paiges top sucking pretty nipples, making Paige's underwear damp with her own juices.
"Fuck Cait, you’re so good at that" Paige moans into Caitlin's ear, loud enough for you to hear.
Her hand sliding deeper into Caitlin's pants, fingering her while she grinds, begs for more.
Caitlin pulls Paige closer, hands roaming her body as she slips her fingers under Paige's shirt, pinching her nipples, making Paige gasp.
"You're so fucking hot Paige” Caitlin whispers back, glancing at you with a smirk, her free hand stroking Paige's thigh up to her soaked panties, rubbing her clit through the fabric.
They ignore you completely, lost in each other. Paige pushes Caitlin's pants down further, exposing her pussy, and starts fingering her faster, two fingers pumping in and out while Caitlin moans turn into screams. Paige slides off her pants, guiding Caitlins fingers to her wet hole. They try not to fall apart as they wreck each other. Their bodies press together, thighs rubbing, hands everywhere.
"Fuck, you're dripping for me, baby.” Paige groans, kissing down Caitlin's neck, her tongue licking her skin while her fingers curl inside her.
You squirm in your seat, wrists bound, cunt aching as you watch them touch and fuck each other, their moans filling the car, making your jealousy burn hotter with every degrading word.
The fabric around your wrists bound you too tight, rubbing your skin raw each time you tried to move your hands from the sheer desperation.
The sight of Paige's fingers disappearing inside of Caitlin's cunt over and over was enough for you to try and pathetically grind against the leather seat beneath you.
Nothing could satisfy you right now. Your body ached to feel them, to be seen by them: the both of them. Your eyes fluttered shut trying to pretend they weren't currently fucking each other so good.
The ghost of their hands on your body taunting you as your legs spread further. Folds glistening with a wet heat you've never known before. Sure, you'd gotten off with the both of them alone, but this was different. You could hear Caitlin's whining as Paige's fingertips kissed the gummy area inside of her, the way Paige became breathless and husky every time Caitlin's thumb brushed over her swollen clit while punishing that tight hole.
They kept complimenting each other. "I wanna fuck you all night." Paige rasped into Caitlin's ear while she pushed in another finger to stretch her further. That dripping pussy clenching around her hand at each quick pump. Caitlin's head was spinning, but she didn't let up.
Her fingers curling deep inside of Paige, over and over, she kept hitting that spot for her. "Yeah...?" Caitlin moaned.
You were so fucking jealous but undeniably turned on.
You hated this. You wanted their attention. You'd do anything for just a taste of them. Tears squeezed themselves out of your eyes. Your fingers trembling as the coil in your stomach tightened beyond repair.
"Please. Please fuck me." You begged to the both of them, praying just either of them would hear you over the sound of their own pleasure and give you some sort of mercy.
The limo jerked to a sudden stop, the soft taps on the partition shooting Caitlin's eyes open. She peered out the window, spotting her house right in front of them, parked perfectly. Paige scrambled around, hunting for her scattered clothes.
Once she was dressed, Caitlin slid out first, the cool night air hitting her skin and reminding her just how stuffy and sweaty the car had gotten. Paige grabbed you by the arm, yanking you out, your high heels catching on the edge of the door. You stumbled forward, nearly face planting as she shoved you up the driveway, your wrists still cuffed. By now, irritation boiled inside you, your whole existence ignored, pride shattered into nothing.
Paige shoved you onto the bed in the bedroom, the mattress bouncing under your weight. Caitlin rummaged through the closet, taking her sweet time.
Finally, Paige uncuffed your wrists, but only to rip your clothes off, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she held back from jumping you right then. Five agonizing minutes dragged by before Caitlin returned, holding two of the longest strap you'd ever laid eyes on.
You watched them strip down, peeling off their tops and pants but leaving their bras and underwear in place.
Hours of teasing had left you a dripping mess, your pussy soaked and aching, clit throbbing with need. You were hornier than ever, body screaming for any touch rough, gentle, it didn't matter as long as it filled your desperate void.
"Look at this pathetic little slut." Caitlin laughed.
Her voice low and mocking as she lay back on the bed, her cock standing straight up like a challenge.
"Been leaking like a faucet all night, haven't you?
Begging for it without even saying a word." She grabbed your hips, flipping you around to face away from her, reverse cowgirl. "Get on whore."
You whimpered, lowering yourself slowly, but she wasn't patient. Caitlin gripped your waist, nails digging in, pulling you down. Her long cock speared into your tight ass, stretching you wide open. The burn hit like fire, pain ripping through you more than any pleasure, making you cry out.
"Shut up the fuck and take it." she growled, thrusting up sharply to bury herself deeper.
"You're just a hole for us to use" Caitlin reminded.
Your body shook, already overstimulated from the endless edging in the limo, every nerve on fire. But they didn't care. Paige smirked, pulling out her phone and propping it up on the nightstand, angling it carefully to capture your flushed face, trembling body, your stuffed holes, making damn sure Caitlin's face stayed out of frame. The red light blinked on, recording every degrading second.
"Smile for the camera, dumb bitch" Paige taunted, her free hand slapping your inner thigh hard enough to leave a red mark. "Everyone's gonna see what a needy, dripping mess you are. Bet you'd love that, huh?"
She hoisted your shaking legs over her shoulders, your body folding awkwardly, ass still impaled on Caitlin's cock. Paige lined up the thick plastic member with your soaked pussy, rubbing the head against your swollen folds just to tease. Without warning, she slammed in deep, the girth splitting you open alongside Caitlin's invasion. You screamed, the double penetration overwhelming, your walls clenching around both toys as they stretched you to your limits.
They didn't give you a second to adjust. Caitlin bucked her hips up, pounding your ass relentlessly, her long cock dragging against your insides with brutal force.
"That's it, bounce on it like the eager fuckdoll you are" she degraded, slapping your ass cheeks until they stung.
Paige matched her rhythm, thrusting the plastic dildo into your pussy hard and fast, the base grinding against your clit with every plunge.
Overstimulation crashed over you like a wave. your body twitched uncontrollably, pussy squirting a little with each slam, ass burning from the friction. Every thrust sent shocks through your core, clit throbbing and pulsing, but they kept going, faster, harder.
Paige leaned in, pinching your nipples, twisting them until tears formed in your eyes. "Don't you dare cum yet, bitch. Hold it like a good little whore.”
The phone kept rolling, capturing your sobs, the wet slaps of skin on skin, your desperate pleas for more even as it hurt too good.
Caitlin laughed from below, her hands bruising your hips as she rammed deeper. "Listen to her whine. Bet no one's ever filled you like this.” Paige nodded, her thrusts turning punishing, the plastic cock pumping in and out, forcing your body to betray you with building pressure.
Your body was hot to touch. Sweat trailing down your neck, your hair damp, the entire room felt like a sauna when your body was trapped between theirs. Their thrusts were hard, rough, leaving no time for you to even moan.
Each whimper was broken into a pathetic breath, their names were on the tip of your tongue but couldn't escape your swollen lips as their cocks filled you up.
"God, you look like a fucking slut." Paige panted, her voice was low. Her chest rising and dipping as her hips slammed into yours with desire and anger.
It hurt so bad. The tearing of your walls wrapped around the both of their thick silicone. Your tits bounced with each rough pump. Caitlin's long dick filling you to the brim. Your pussy drooling a long string of translucent wetness down the molded veins.
Neither of them paused or even took a minute to ask if you were okay. Your pussy was stuffed full of Paige's cock. Her heavy tip pressing into a soft, sweet spot over and over. A scream spilled from your lips the moment you felt their dicks rub against each other through the thin wall separating them. Caitlin let out a groan, her palm slapping across your ass before pushing her hips up into yours.
"Little bitch been begging for this. What the fuck is wrong with you, huh? One wasn't enough?!" She sounded disgusted even when she fucked up into your tight ass with a filthy noise.
It felt like she was attempting to rearrange your guts with each thrust. Every roll of their hips drew another broken whine from you. Paige's hips started stuttering inside of your slick heat, the base of her strap pressed deep against her own swollen clit.
Combined with all of the pleasure from earlier and now, she was about to cum. The sound of your moaning filled the room. The loud, filthy squelching echoing- letting everyone who would watch this recording see and hear you get destroyed by two straps.
"Don't you dare fucking cum yet." Caitlin yelled at you.
Her long fingers grabbing your hair and pulling on it.
Your neck leaned back while they both kept pounding into you without any sort of mercy. Their cocks spearing inside of your dripping pussy that would clench and unclench. The coil in your gut twisting dangerously while you tried to hold yourself back. Their cocks sliding into you despite your shaky thighs.
You trembled around their straps while they both clawed at your skin. Both trying to force more of themself inside of your aching holes that fluttered and sucked them in further.
"M gonna-" Your sweet and pathetic little sounds turned into a choke sob.
Paige's hand grabbed your throat. Her thumb pressing into the vein underneath your skin. "You're gonna what? Gonna cum? Don't be such a bitch. You've took worse.” Paige spat into your mouth. Her warm saliva filling your mouth, sliding down your tongue. You had no choice but to swallow it. Her blue eyes shined with subtle satisfaction. Her thumb brushed over your cheek, "First fuckin' thing you did right tonight."
"P-Please.. can I cum then? Please." You sobbed. Tears running down your face, ruining your perfect mascara.
Your lipstick was smudged from the drool that's been running down your cheek while you'd been fucked senseless by the both of them.
They looked at each other briefly. Their eyes meeting long enough to shrug. They both pulled out of you-your stuffed holes now empty and gaping. You could feel your wetness pour on Caitlin's thighs beneath you while Paige's fingers graced your glistening folds.
'I dunno. Do you deserve it after being such a slut?" Paige asked.
Caitlin immediately followed up, "Nah. Make the bitch wait." Your eyes rolled back, so shiny with tears, your cheeks flushed.
A string of saliva dangling from your swollen lips until they both plunged their cocks deep into you. Both of your holes immediately stretching again to take them.
The burn was only a light sting now. Their hips rolling into yours continually. Skin slapping and echoing. Your wetness echoing around both of their straps. The double penetration stretched you beyond belief. Both of their long dicks buried inside of you until neither of them could even see the base of their strap. You were squirting on top of Paige's dick, making a mess on the both of them.
"Mmmmfff." A weak sound from your lips. "You learned your lesson yet?" Paige asked between loud pangs as her cock rutted into your loose pussy.
Caitlin slapped your ass hard to ensure your answer was correct. "Y-yes.. I'm sorry," You stammered on your words as their thrusts became even more demanding.
Bruises swelling on your hips from where they both had groped you. "I won't- I won't do it again... fuuckkkk." Your head dropped back as another loud cry racked through your body. Your fingers shaking badly, your spine arching each time a shock of pleasure rushed through you. "Please lemme cum.. please." You begged them. Your voice breaking apart on each syllable. Your throat was sore from crying their names. Finally, they both murmured in your ear.
"Go ahead."
Lightning cracked through your body. Hot pleasure running through your stomach as you finally felt the relief. You flooded Paige's cock with a wave of cum.
They both pumped in and out of your used holes before letting go of you. Your body flopped onto the mattress.
Your legs spreading into the sheets. You felt absolutely boneless. Your limbs were heavy yet free. Then you feel the hot tip play with your lips. You opened your eyes. You were so sated, but you could already taste yourself as your tongue licked the tip. Blue eyes burning into yours.
"Open up, baby." Paige murmured. Two long fingers, Caitlin's, pushed into your gaping cunt while Paige's cock filled your mouth punishing the back of your throat. You'd definitely not be able to talk to anyone tomorrow or even walk.
A/N: Guys, it's Chair. We wrote this as a warm-up/ JOKE. HEAVY ON THE JOKE PART IT"S NOT SERIOUS AND WE BOTH GAGGED MULTIPLE TIMES WRITING IT.
Light Yagami flexes his knuckles, popping them, at his desk. His legs stretching outwards to get rid of the soreness from writing in his notebook all day. He’d spent hours killing these horrible billionaires.
There was a rather tedious knock on the front door. Light looked out his window, trying to get a view of the door. That’s when he saw… a man… his… enemy. L.
Light leans over. His cheek pressed against the window, his brown eyes trying to see. He opened his window just enough to peak his head out. Then he gulped. Why the frick was L here?
L was oblivious to the fact that Detective Yagami was NOT at home. There was only Light there. So when the buff muscle man opened the front door, L was foaming at the mouth. L just kinda stood there for a second before asking, “Where is your papa, Light yag a mi?”
Light sighed. He didn’t know why L was here, but he was already on guard. He felt anxious because his father had been telling him about the investigation. “Wait, I’ll be right back.” Light says before going to his room, hiding his Death Note somewhere, and jotting back to the front door. “Sorry, sorry.” Light excused himself.
L raised a non-existent eyebrow, giving Light a… look? “Where did you just go, twink?”
Light scoffed beneath his breath, “I was making sure everything was cleaned up, plus I was seeing if he made it back early and I didn’t hear him. I didn’t see him though, he must still be out on an investigation. Some more deaths occurred.” He answered solemnly, like he cared about the victims.
L just kinda stood there, still. He chewed his thumbnail, not saying anything, all he could think was that… that’s exactly what Kira would say. He knew Light was smart, he expected a lie from the boy.
Light looked at L suspiciously, before shrugging, “Do you want to come in?” He asked. He stepped out of the doorway to make room for L. The house is clean though.. so maybe there is some merit to his word.
It was raining cats and dog, L was soaked to the bone. He had been standing out there for a minute…. He supposed going inside wouldn’t hurt anything… So, he looked up at Light, nodding, “Sure, but I can’t stay long, I really need to speak with your papa.”
Light turned to start walking towards the kitchen. “My papa is not here. I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked. “Maybe a drink of something?”
L followed closely behind him, he wanted something to drink alright, he wanted to taste Light Yag a mi. He wanted to taste every single part of Light. But, he nodded. “That would be nice.”
Light was a smart boy, but he didn’t pick up on L’s otherworldly wants. He poured a glass of orange juice, pushing it towards L before putting the jug back into the refrigerator. “There you go.” His tie was a little bit loose.
L’s wide eyes roamed over Light, stopping at his neck and then again at his tiny waist. “I did not mean that kind of drink.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips.
Light raised his thin eyebrow at L. He looked around, “Oh… Sorry. What kind of drink did you want then? We have milk and maybe some soda? That’s really all we got here.” Light said with slight annoyance. He just wanted to watch the news and write down more names of these wicked people destroying society and earth.
In L’s head, he was just testing Light, he wanted to see if the killings would continue if Light was… occupied, so he perched himself on the chair next to Light and glanced up at him. “I mean I want YOU.”
Light, by no means, wanted this freak in his house anymore. He awkwardly glanced at L then the door. “Me? Don’t you work with my dad? Plus.. you’re kind of old.”
L inched a bit closer to Light’s face, giving him the F me eyes. “Yes I work with your father, but he doesn’t have to know what happens when he’s not around. And I’m not that old, you’re of age anyways, no age gap is too big.”
Light didn’t know what he got himself into, but he was kind of tense. After sitting in his room mindlessly drawing out names, he’d been a little frustrated. Those eyes were making his scrawny muscles itch for any kind of sensation. “Right.” He tried to act like he didn’t want L.
L could tell that Light needed an outlet of sorts to release his frustration, and he was getting something out of it if there were no killings occurring while Light was… busy. So he decided to take advantage of the situation at hand. “Light, would you like to use me?”
Light let out a little noise at the thought. He wasn’t entirely against it. That mouth did look kind of useful for him. Without even asking, he dug his fingers into L’s messy black hair and dragged him down infront of him in a kneeling position. “You know what to do, right, L?” He sounded condescending.
L just kind of stared up at him, a blank expression on his face, “No, Light. I have no idea of what you want from me, I suppose you need to explain yourself further.” He knew exactly what Light wanted.
Light let his frustration get the best of him. He clenched his jaw tightly, before undoing his belt on his beige trousers. “Shut up and learn.” He said. He pulled his boxers down and… kapow. His dihh was out.
L still had the same blank expression, there was a dihh in his face, but he was still focused on Light’s face. “I am a fast learner, Ya know?”
Light groaned. “Then hurry up and just do it, instead of worrying about learning.” He didn’t care about L’s feelings. He grabbed the base of his dihh and guided the heavy, thick head towards L’s lips.
L was a tad bit worried that Light’s father would return, but he already had Light’s attention and he didnt wanna say anything to ruin his master plan. Instead, he wrapped his hand around Light’s dihh, pumping it a couple times.
Light looked at the door to make sure his father wasn’t returning soon. He knew they’d have long enough for him to get off, and that’s all he needed. He pushed his dihh in further. His tip pressing into the back of L’s throat. A groan spilled from his lips, “Yeah, yeah, take it.”
L was disgusted, but he just kept going. In his eyes, he was just saving lives. He bobbed his head, running his tongue along the vein on the underside of Light’s dihh.
Light let out a satisfied moan at the sight of L’s lips parting around his dihh. His fingers tightened then released enough to scratch his scalp, “Yeahh, you’re doing so good for me. Flatten that tongue, pretty boy.”
L visibly recoiled at that. Ryuk was behind Light, giggling. Then, the doorknob turned and in walked none other than Light’s parents and sister. L immediately got up, attempting to fix his disheveled hair.
Light pulled away from L quickly. He pulled his boxers up then closed his zipper with a tight tug. His belt firmly around his waist when he turned to wash his hands as if they’d not been doing anything. “Hi, mom an’ dad. I let your coworker in. Is that okay?” He asked his father.
L just glanced around the room, trying to read everyone’s expressions to see if they had actually been caught. The last thing L wanted was to be caught with Light’s dihh stuffed in his mouth.
Light was also anxious that his father would realize what they’d been doing. He was already on a tight rope from his previous behaviors with his father’s coworkers. Light liked to use some of them cause he was just soooo morally superior. Not really.
L looked over at Light’s father, his eyes finally settling on Detective Yagami’s face. “Yagami, I need to discuss something about the Kira case with you.”
