When the heater is out!
Freaky season masterlist | regular masterlist
tags: unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral (female receiving), cum, semi public sex, noise complaints, established relationship, friends to lovers, fiancés, candles, multiple positions, (pls use some protection ppl)
NOT PROOFREAD!
L, Light, Matsuda
word count: 2.6k words
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L
There’s only so much money can buy for the smartest man in existence. He can topple crime syndicates, guess business ventures and out trade the stock market, he can summon gifts and snacks from anywhere in the world with the snap of his fingers and a nod from Watari. But fixing the city-wide power outage in a blizzard? Yea… there’s only so much money you can offer a construction crew before they eventually give up and tell you to wait 12 hours until the storm passes.
Which leaves you in the penthouse suite of a luxury apartment complex (he owns) bundled up in blankets and basking in the warm glow of the 1200 candles he had priority delivered. (He ensured to tip the delivery operators their wage tenfold).
Despite this, your breath crystalizes in the air with each puff while a certain man paces the floor, a stray hangnail between his canines.
“Only about 8 more hours at this rate.”
“L?” You call to him, pausing your hand warming by the array of candles on the table and look up at the man in silence.
“Yes… based on the intensity of the storm and the revised infrastructure bill passed, crews will be cleared to continue by 7 am…”
“L.”
He stops. Candles warming his fair skin to a smooth and sultry glow, he pads over to your position and squats to meet your level. His usual white t-shirt exchanged for an ivory thermal henley, L crouches beside you and instinctively finds your pinky finger to fiddle with instead.
“Yes?”
Squeezing his hand instinctively, you nudge his shoulder slightly with a knowing look. “I’m not going to freeze to death. You don’t need to be harassing the public workers during all of this.”
He furrows his lip on instinct and leans into your shoulder, long black strands of hair tickling your cheeks and nose. “I’m aware of this.” He grumbles.
Merging his body into the fluff of the blanket, you unwrap it slightly and throw it over the man’s shoulders to envelop him inside the cocoon. Cold toes threatening to push the pants leg of your jeans up to freeze your calf, L finds comfort in melting directly into you.
There’s no phone calls or emergency case files being sent over, just the sound of heavy wind and snow blowing just beyond the window panes. Beyond the glass is dark– the lack of power shutting out the twinkle of holiday lights and the streets only illuminated by the occasional snow plow.
It’s one of the rare times the world finally leaves the two of you alone. And one of the rare times where you have L all to yourself without interruption.
Candles flickering along the apartment, the small game of footsies beneath the covers slowly morphs into play wrestling beneath the blanket and on the cool wooden floors. Fingers tickling at his ribs, the man exhales happily into your neck before sliding his knee between your thighs and putting just enough of his torso’s weight onto your own to keep you pinned.
There’s nothing to cut the moment short and even though this man has memorized every square inch of your body, he explores it just as thoroughly as he did the very first time you let him. Warm lips with the occasional nip from his teeth graze your neck and leave a glistening trail of saliva in the candle light from kiss to kiss.
Shirts discarded somewhere in another pile of blankets, L takes your nipple in his teeth while grinding his erection into your thigh. Beads of sweat pool at your forehead as his tongue swirls the nerves before biting slightly and moving onto the next.
“Ah, fuck.”
Your words of encouragement leave him kissing lower and lower until he tugs the baggy jeans down your ankles and returns back up to yank the gusset of your panties right down with the discarded denim.
The circus tenting of the blanket leaves the space hot and barely visible as his head dips down to the peak between your thighs. Long hair tickling your legs and now in your fingers as you pull at his scalp, L attaches his lips to your clit.
Knowing exactly where every little nerve and spot he needs to graze, his tongue laps at the bud before dipping to catch any arousal dripping from your sopping cunt.
“Sweeter than honey, you know.” He murmurs before sliding his fingers in and out as if he could scoop the pre cum out of you and onto his tongue. Hands finding purchase at the roots of his hair, the man is insatiable.
Quite literally the only place he could die being completely satisfied. Open case files eat away this man day and night, but say the word and he’d put them all on pause for a moment with you. Sometimes even solving cases while balls deep inside you– the ‘eureka’ moment having more than one connotation. Though that’s a story for another time.
Tongue lapping at your pussy until you have to claw the man back slightly, his pupils stare up at you with blown intent. Reading your expression with a slight tilt, he scans your face until he locks in on the beads of sweat now dripping from your temples at the increased temperature.
Blinking once and then again, he rocks back to pull the entire blanket off in one swing.
“Woa–” you yelp, partially from the surprise and the other part impressed at the dodge of the many lit candles around you.
Not bothering to wait a moment, L pulls you by the ankles to slide along the floor and wraps your legs around his waist. Tugging your arms up and around his neck, he flexes his thighs and rises to his feet, carrying you with ease despite the yelps.
“Wa– hey! Where are we going?”
He shakes off the final pant leg of his jeans and lightly tosses you up to get a better grip on your ass to hold your body against his own.
“So many questions yet so few theories. Don’t you know better at this point?”
Grumbling slightly into his ear, you move in to bite the shell before a searing feeling spreads across your entire back.
!!!!
No words can coherently form in the yells you let out as the flesh of your back presses flush against the freezing windows panes of the apartment. Floor to ceiling glass is the only protection against the storm for this wall, at the moment your body further absorbs the sub-arctic temperatures.
Body withering at the sensation, there’s another long squeal cut short into a moan as pressure builds and then slides. His cock shallowly pumps in and out until he’s able to glide in with an audible Plap! Plap! Plap! mixing the sound of your skin meeting and sticky slush of arousal pooled.
The outside world, unable to see anything in the darkness of the storm, is unaware that the flesh of your ass is pressed firmly to the glass and squeaks as L’s hips grind into your own. For these moments you are completely invisible, though not silent.
If there were neighbors attached to any wall, a knock on the door would surely come by this point. There’s only so many groans, and thuds, and yelps that can exist before an eventual complaint comes around.
Though it doesn’t matter now or any other point of the evening. Time off from his usual evening work combined with an already impressive stamina leaves your back cold against the window panes but pussy leaking hot cum after a few minutes.
And then of course tossing you over the edge of the sofa and taking you from behind. And then the wooden floors beneath the blanket. (Honestly, it’ll be quite the clean up tomorrow.)
But regardless, even if he can’t pay to have the power restored, L will ensure you stay niceee and warm. (from the inside out)
Light
The apartment Light purchases after college is small, cozy, and unfortunately not perfect. On a fresh detective’s salary, there’s only so nice of an apartment he can afford that's in the city. You never minded though, bringing him house warming gifts, coming over for dinners every weekend, and unfortunately also gifting him a space heater that breaks the first big snow storm of the season.
Shivering on the bed of your best friend, Light tinkers with the small machine until enough screws fall from the grate for him to toss the screwdriver to the side with an exhausted expression. Covered in the duvet on his bed, you watch the man sigh gently as the wind howls and rattles the trees brushing the window panes.
“There’s no use, it’s completely broken.” He kicks the machine to the side and moves to stand up and look out the window with a scowl.
You pout and sit upright with a tight grip on the blanket. “I can go back outside? The corner store down the road might–”
“What?” He cuts you off and whips around to sit on the edge of the bed beside you.
“I can go out and try to find at least hand warmers…”
He raises an eyebrow at you and your failed attempt to hid the shiver shaking your shoulders and lets out an exhausted laugh.
“Yea, that’s not gonna happen.”
You kick him with a double-socked up foot and open the duvet up for him to come closer.
There’s a steady moment of silence as he huddles beneath the fabric with you and the dim lights of his apartment flicker. The weather forecast on the television in the background is reduced to static at the thick tension between you both.
Just two long time best friends who always keep it platonic! Nothing strange here.
And nothing strange when his hand tugs your knee in closer. When he keeps his eyes on your lips. Or when the dam breaks and he pulls your jaw to connect your lips in the messiest and longest french kiss of your life.
Because that’s what friends do!!!
They tug your panties off and shuffle them into the night stand to jerk off with later. And they eat you out until the muscles of your thighs twitch from the overstimulation. And they sometimes forget to buy condoms…?
Hot skin grinding into your hips, the abdomen of the man above you flexes with every thrust and movement from the intimate connection. Thick cock giving a delicious stretch to the ring of your pussy, Light keeps his head up to watch your expression and give the occasional kiss to the top of your feet that he holds to his shoulders.
Can you even bend this way?
Not like it really matters when he ensured you were nice and warmed up.
The cheap wooden IKEA bedframe tapping against the wall, the sound of the wind nearly drowns out the occasional angry thud of the unfortunate neighbor hearing each moan and yelp from your lips.
“A-Ah… light..! They’re gonna ahh gonna hear–!”
“–Let them…! Haa shit.. L-let them hear who’s fucking you s-so good right now.”
Cocky and slightly egotistical in nature as he matured, the soft actions of his thumb rubbing against your clit remind you of the detailed and persistent man you’ve befriended and now bedded(?).
Even when the duvet is tossed to the ground and the weather channel alerts that the storm will be passing shortly, Light ensures you stay nice and warm.
When the wind gets louder? He ensures your moans drown it out. When the sheets become sopped in a mixture of your cum? He drags you over to the small laundry washer in the kitchen and has you sit on it while he runs a load of laundry and pumps a fresh load into you.
After all, when it get this cold out, what else are friends for?
Matsuda
With the hours Matsuda works on the task force during the year, it’s no wonder how he accumulated a small and impressive savings for your annual trip. Every year the two of you go on a vacation for two weeks and spend the time away from the stress of your work lives and focus on each other.
These vacations are the rare opportunity to bond as a couple, travel to new cities, and reflect on the year passed. It also has led to the most comfortable mountainside lodge… with no working heat.
Wind picking up outside and swirling fat tufts of snow, you sit beside the fireplace while Matsuda makes small adjustments to the logs with the provided metal fire poker. He blows into the embers to bring the fire back to life and sighs at your shivers behind him.
“Sorry… I tried to bring it back slightly… I don’t think it worked very well though…”
You tug him back slightly and he places the rod onto the wooden floors before sliding to sit beside you and rub your shoulders for warmth. The fire’s warm light illuminates the lodge’s living room and brings a glow to the cold skin of your fiance’s face.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” you nudge him and push a recently snow-dried chunk of hair from his face.
He groans slightly in admittance, wanting to apologize for not making this perfect but also knowing there’s no changing your mind. Kissing your hand, he rubs the shining ring on your finger and leans closer into your neck.
The blizzard outside howls and brings a deafening silence to the rest of the world while the two of you drown in the crackle of the embers and the moans of each other.
Hands between your thighs and stretching you in preparation while the saliva of his kisses on your neck dry in the firelight. Fingers uncalloused from his position at the desk lets him pump without friction and coat them smoothly in your arousal.
It’s different from the vacations you’ve previously taken. Now bound by a ring on your finger and isolated from the rest of the world, it’s sex that fully combines the two of you into one.
The floor is sizzling from the body heat and presence of the fire while your bodies connect.
Hips rolling into yours, Matsuda keeps one hand locked on yours while the other pushes the flesh of your pussy slightly wider to watch himself slide in and out; connect and reconnect.
Despite the lack of heat in the cabin, the cum spilling out scorches your flesh and pools onto the floor and every other surface the two of you fuck on.
It’s raw and intimate and a bit… sticky?
You don’t need a heater or a roaring fire to stay warm when you’re with Matsuda ;)
a/n:
are Matsuda's and Light's shorter than L's? Yes.
unfortunately i got impatient and wanted it freakier fastier soooo hehehe
i'm tagging everyone who is on the CKNF list for all DN freaky series posts
lmk what you guys want moving forward too hehe
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