made by me! I finally finished it omg (╥ω╥) This is my first try at twinning animation and I honestly liked the result! Though I wish I had finished this sooner, I feel like I’m so late for the trend lmao.
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four men x overcoming the perversions they feel towards you. (spoiler, they never do.) | art by : syllysmot & mochikuyo on twt
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, bi coded yuji and bi coded light x L action, m!masturbation, panty/socks stealing, peeping tom behavior, cyber stalking, plushie fucking, dry humping, frotting, mentions of porn, non con exhibitionism, non con voyeurism, mentions of the following : fingering, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding kink, usages of a pocket pussy, mutual masturbation, cumshots, implied blowjobs, mild dubcon (?)
TRIGGER WARNINGS : lots of non con practices here, overall skeezy creepy behavior and possibly some dubcon with light and L's??
includes : yuji itadori, armin arlert, light & L
word count : 4k
what's playing : i fink you freeky by die antwoord
*unedited
a/n : hiiiii guys !!! plsss accept my attempt of trying to ease my way out of writers block T_T i have sooo much in the works for you guys but life has been so hectic and on top of that my brain just refuses to let me write like i used to and i'm really sorry abt my sporadic posting :( ty all for bearing w me ilysm! and as always, comments are appreciated <3 hate will be deleted.
Yuji Itadori
poor yuji. poor sweet, kind, and ultra mega virgin yuji
the guilt is eating him alive, the guilt of pretending he’s your normal, fun, and non pervy roommate
when in reality he’s nothing like you assumed him to be
he has a nasty habit of sniffing around your personal items and “borrowing” them when you’re not around
it’s become something like a ritual for him; to slip into your bunk and jerk off with a pair of your underwear, while you’re sat in one of your classes, blissfully unaware of the invasion occurring in your side of the dorm
the guilt always comes after the damage has already been done, what happens beforehand is apprehension and then during the act comes a promise of it being the last time.
the last time he’ll swipe a pair of panties out of the hamper or even a pair of your socks for his own misuse
he loves to tell himself that it’ll be the last time he’ll slip under your blanket and pump his cock with your dirty undergarments flush to his nose like a filthy gas mask
that it’ll be the last time he grabs one of your poor unsuspecting plushies and lays it down after spritzing his favorite perfume of yours over it, grabbing it’s tiny little fluffy waist and dry humping it until it’s torso is limp
that, “after today” he won’t ever groan into your pillow and huff the lingering scent of your shampoo while he drags his hips and aching cock against your plushie
and he especially renounces the act of sniffing the print of your pussy from the gusset of your panties until he gets lightheaded…
because surely it can’t be that hard to curb his appetite for huffing the scent of your sweet cunt clean off your panties, right?
well, once the cum has dribbled down his fist and drooled over his knuckles, he knows the promise he made to himself was a fruitless attempt at grasping onto whatever semblance of a conscience he has left
he just can’t help himself :(
he tries though!!
but honestly, whose bright idea was it to have co-ed dormitories anyway?
they should have taken into account the fact that there’d be loser guys like him and sweet, all too trusting girls like you
guys who have never had the time or bravery to approach a girl, let alone touch one, and that there’d be angels like you who smell as sweet as they act and probably taste the same too, if not sweeter
he thinks that maybe if he wasn’t such a virgin loser with no past experience under his belt, that perhaps he wouldn’t be as pathetic for you as he currently is
because in all honesty, the most he’s done is experiment with his two best friends in his first year of college via a game of spin the bottle with the company of three people, including himself
that night he kissed both megumi and nobara, then he of course watched them kiss, to which after they each took turns kissing random body parts on the other like an uncouth version of twister
they ended the night with excuses of needing to wake up early for an exam despite the fact they shared the same morning class and each person knew there was no exam, but the lie was needed to save face in an awkward situation
when yuji made it back to his dorm at the time, he stayed awake for hours in his bed with a cumbersome boner that he refused to touch
however with you? he can’t help but to take care of his cock whenever you turn him on
he’s surprised he hasn’t started shooting blanks yet with how much cum he’s producing on the daily
it pains him in a sick way, to have so much cum go to waste, when he’d kill to feel your soft, wet cunt swallow his long, thick length and milk him dry until your belly bulges with his load
he’s starting to fall behind in his courses because of these wants, his head is always up in the clouds and his mind is always conjuring images and montages of you inviting him to your bed instead of him sneaking into it, with your pretty legs parted and even prettier cunt dripping down the curve of your ass
he thinks about fucking you in every position possible, experimenting with which ones make you clamp down on his cock the hardest and which is the best angle to watch his cum leak out of you
he thinks about the time you burned yourself with your straightener and how you winced and cried out, whimpering to yourself while padding to the bathroom to take care of the wound
how yes, he did feel terrible that a sweetheart like you had to experience pain in any regard, but he’s also a stupid perv who thinks with the head between his legs more than the one situated atop his shoulders, and couldn’t stop the reaction that occurred beneath his boxers at the sound of you in pain
he wonders if you’d make the same pretty sounds but for different reasons when he breaches past the tight ring of entrance in your cunt, how your pussy would immediately mold around the thick girth of his cock and if you’d cry out in shock the same way, if your thighs would start shaking from the hefty intrusion like the girls in his porn videos do
he already knows and acknowledges you’re leagues more beautiful than those models, or any other girl he’s ever seen for that matter
he just can’t help but wonder if you behave similarly to the nude actresses or if you react in a way that is unique to you and you only
he thinks it's probably the latter, but he does still grow curious when he watches a video and sees a girl grope at her own breasts while she’s getting fucked, and it leads him to wonder if you’d like stimulation there too while you have sex
he makes mental notes as if he’ll ever really get the chance to fuck you, reminding himself to pay attention to your pretty tits, to be liberal with his tongue gliding over your nipples and lips sponging kisses across them until imprints of his mouth burrow into your soft skin
he fantasizes about the way you’d rub your clit, if you like fast and hard circles, tight and concise, or gentle lazy round motions while he pushes and pulls his hips back and forth at a lax pace
if you like to be teased and given no choice but to take what he gives you, if you like to have your head shoved into a pillow and ass bared for him to see while he drags his fingers up and down your drenched little pussy, ghosting over your clit and barely dipping into your hole
he wonders if you’d clench around his fingers like a knee jerk reaction when he finally slips them in, how pretty and earnest you’d sound moaning his name while he stretches you out on his fingers, scissoring his long digits before he works his cock inside you
he’s so desperate to know what you do in the shower, desperate to watch the way you slip your hand between your thighs and wash yourself
he wonders if you ever play with yourself when you’re in there, if you cheekily take a bit longer than necessary when gliding your loofah over your breasts, how the sugary scented suds would bubble and pop over your wet skin or down your thighs and ass
if you slip a finger or two inside that cunt of yours and just fuck yourself on your hand until you can’t take it and go to rub your cute little clit
sometimes he presses an ear up against the bathroom door and closes his eyes while listening to the water hit the tiled walls, imagining you behind the curtain, dripping, warm and soaked from head to toe
he’ll reach down and start to tug on his already leaking cock, thrusting into his hand and grunting under his breath as he envisions your naked body, how perfectly it’d craft against his if he were there
and when he hears the faucet turn off, he panics every time like its the first time he’s committed this invasive act, and rushes to clean himself before you come out
he’ll throw himself on his bed and pretend to scroll on his phone, feigning indifference to your reentrance of the room, wrapped in nothing but a flimsy little towel that he can fucking see through in the right lighting
he’ll feel his cock stir all over again when you hike a leg onto the seat of your chair situated at your desk, gliding your lotioned hands over your calf and up your thigh, humming mindlessly to yourself
instinctively he turns on his side, grinding his bulge against his mattress, watching you slather yourself in that honeyed lotion he loves so much, pretending that the softness of his bed is your ass he’s dragging his cock over
he prays that one day he won’t have to engage in any more acts of debauchery and will no longer live in a cloud of lust-driven guilt, and can instead fuck you like he’s dreamed about for months now
but until then, he’ll stay within the confines of the nervous and shy state he’s stuck in and admire you from afar with heart shaped eyes and an iron clad grip on one of your used panties
Armin Arlert
armin swears that there are far more worse things that could’ve been done than what he did
because okay sure — installing malware into the girl you’re tutoring’s laptop to watch her throughout the day is arguably…not…great
but it’s not like he’s a monster!!
he’s not taking photos of the footage he gets of you, and he’s certainly not using this little secret of his against you or anything, he’d rather die than share the way he gets to see you through his own laptop with anyone else
he loves getting to see how focused you try to be while you work on your assignments, how the skin of your forehead and between your eyebrows pinch together when you’re frustrated and stumped on an equation
how his name sounds from your lips when you whine petulantly and mutter to yourself that, “armin would know the answer.” wishing dejectedly that things came as easily to you as they do for him
his heart hurts when he hears you talk down on yourself, and without thinking twice about it, his hand always comes up to the screen to caress your pixelated face, murmuring reassurances that you can’t hear
he thinks its cute how you’re always so shocked but pleasantly so whenever he texts you at seemingly the most uncanny times
he’ll innocently ask if you’re having trouble with the latest project or assignment and if you need him to come by to help, to which you always agree, practically begging him to swing by your dorm
you’re so grateful for armin, you have no idea what you’d do without him!
and he has no idea what he’d do without getting to end his day with watching you on his laptop, indulging in the sight of you getting undressed
he doesn’t even want to think of the alternative forms of entertainment he would’ve had to turn to when it came to jerking off
but thankfully finding a substitute isn’t needed, not when he has the best mirage before him; watching you strip naked before changing into your pajamas
or on extra special nights when you aren’t buried under a mountain of homework, he’ll get the privilege of watching you touch yourself
he watches you type in ao3 into your browser and settle on a horrendously filthy fanfiction, observing intently as you slip your hand beneath your panties while you read
you’re such a depraved little thing, maybe even more than him with the shit you read
he’ll match the pace of his hand around the girth of his shaft to the same tempo you finger yourself, pretending he’s fucking you at the same speed
in addition to corrupting your laptop, he’s so grateful that he also fiddled with your air conditioning unit, purposefully tampering with it to make it warmer in your dorm than normal
not enough to where it’d be dangerous for you to stay in, but enough to where you get hot easily, forcing you to masturbate on top of your blankets versus under to avoid overheating
he gets hypnotized watching the way your tits bounce as you thrust your fingers in that sweet cunt of yours, or how wet it sounds when you pull them out to give your clit some much needed attention, massaging that cute button of yours while you buck into your hand
and on nights when he’s painfully hard and pathetically desperate to simulate being with you, he’ll shove his pocket pussy that he claimed to have thrown away after eren gifted it to him as a joke, between his mattress and bedframe and hunch over the foot of his bed while nearly fucking the elasticity out of it
all with the glow of your figure displayed on his laptop screen illuminating his face amidst his dark room
he tries so hard to muffle his whimpers of your name while he fucks the slick rubber pussy, preferring to hear your breathy mewls and moans instead
his cheek will be smushed against his duvet, glasses foggy and crooked as he cranes his gaze up to watch you through hazy eyes as you touch yourself
you’re so beautiful when you’re rendered down into such a primal and purely hedonic state
with your back arched and shirt bundled under your chin and between your teeth to capture your shaky whines and groans, your hand trembling behind your tented panties as you rub yourself into an orgasm
or fuck, he loses it completely when you shove your laptop to the edge of the bed and flip onto your front, burying your face in your pillow while you toy with your clit from the back
he’ll fist at his sheets and sink his teeth into his bicep, nearly breaking skin from how hard his arousal is coursing through him, his hips slamming against the foot of his bed and knocking the headboard against the wall
he’ll be so turned on from watching you that he’ll be rutting into the toy so hard that his cock stretches it to its limits, forcing himself into the tight ring despite the fact that it already struggles to accommodate him
he doesn’t concern himself with that, he’s just stuck on his disbelief of your existence when he watches the way your inner thighs get all messy from the way your pussy gushes, how your hole will clench around nothing while your fingers rub tight circles over your clit
and god he’s just so embarassing, he’s lucky no one’s watching him through his laptop, because he’d just about die if anyone, especially if it was you, saw the way his jaw falls slack and the way his tongue darts out and flicks into the air like a hungry puppy desperate for your pussy in his mouth
armin is so needy for you and it is all unbeknownst to you
you have no idea that your generous and kind tutor who always seemingly shows up right when you need him stalks you through the camera in your laptop and jerks off to your naked body when you change or touch yourself when you think you’re all alone
although, with cockiness comes slip ups
armin was so confident that you’d never find out that he’s begun to comment on things he technically should have no idea about
“thank you armin, i would’ve never been able to finish this assignment if it weren’t for you.” you had beamed sweetly during your last study date, and he grinned, shyly adjusting his glasses with a bashful downward glance
“hey i can’t take all the credit. you’re so bright all on your own, you just need the right motivation. that’s why you need to stop being so hard on yourself – i hate it whenever you call yourself stupid because that's never the case.”
your smile grew and warmth nestled up against the apple of your cheeks before the heat dwindled and your smile fell into a somewhat confused stare, an unsure laugh leaving past your lips
you hated self deprecation, hated when people would talk poorly about themselves in front of others or in general, which is why you never talked down on yourself in public, trying your best to maintain a healthy image of yourself
the only times in which you’d start to beat yourself up was when you were alone, and angry at the difficulty of your assignments, envying armin’s intelligence and cursing yourself for feeling as though you weren’t at his level
however you never verbalized that to him, never called yourself stupid in front of anyone but yourself
“how’d you know i do that? i usually try not to talk like that around people…”
his heart sunk and he instinctively fell into self preservation mode, shrugging casually with a quick shut of his laptop, zipping it back into his case
“last time we studied for professor shadis’ physics exam, you were really frustrated, guess it might’ve just slipped out.” he reasoned cooly, and you nodded, accepting his words at face value
once he returned back to his dorm after you had hugged him goodbye, he collapsed on his bed, his tense back landing on the mattress with the weight of the world in the pit of his belly
he grabbed his laptop and balanced it on his hips, opening it up and going to watch the live feed of you
he watched you go about your night as normal, exhaling with relief until someone knocked on your door
he watched as mikasa walked in, and he huffed, sitting up annoyedly
she’s his best friend in the entire world next to eren, but he already sees her all the time, whereas the moments he spends tutoring you and watching you through his laptop are all that he has and it’s nowhere near enough to soothe the itch he has for you
he watched as you two talked about nothing and everything in your bed, your laptop angled just right atop your desk, pointing at you perfectly
until suddenly, mikasa glanced over, and it was almost like her eyes shot directly through armin’s
“hey uh, why’s your laptop camera on?”
Light & L
matsuda is an idiot.
everyone knows that. light and L surely know this, and even you are aware of his stupidity to some degree
but matsuda bringing you along to the task force has to be his biggest blunder to date
it’s not that you’re doing anything wrong, you’re actually quite helpful
you organize dates, timelines and paperwork for light to sift through, occasionally aiding in his long sessions of combing through endless stacks of documents
you even do coffee runs for everyone, somehow managing to memorize everyone’s orders down to a T
you bring L tea so sweet that he can almost feel the decay beginning to take place within his wisdom teeth
(so naturally he loves it)
you’re the only one who can keep up with L’s sweets habit as well as being the only one who can handle sitting in the same place for hours on end with both light and L
so it begs the question, if you’ve been nothing but a pleasant, helpful presence, why was your addition to the task force such a fuck up on matsuda’s end?
because despite your kindness and usefulness, above all else you are distracting
to no fault of your own, neither light nor L blame you for their sudden shift in focus away from the kira case on you, no they blame your idiot brother instead
constantly coming up on dead ends, stale trails and things that don’t seem to align with no evidence as to why they don’t in the first place was frustrating in and of itself
but now? they have you. sweet little ol’ you who comes traipsing in with boxes of sweets and cupholders of coffee and tea and a smile that triumphs the sugar level in all the pastries you’ve brought combined
they have you, leaning over their shoulders while they work, your button ups always undone just enough to allow them a peek at your bra and for your scent to waft around them like a candied toxic fume rendering them downright stupid
and L never makes mistakes, he never has the same bodily desire or urges that prevent him from doing his job like most men in his field or in general fall victim to
but you’re making him sloppy, making him into someone he isn’t used to being
and that crouched sitting position he’s always in has been one of the tools he utilizes in carving a clear and concise mind, enabling him to focus on whatever task he’s presented
yeah that? basically useless now because of you
it’s ridiculous, that a woman could throw him like this, especially someone related to matsuda (bless his heart)
at first he thought perhaps light orchestrated all this, that he somehow convinced matsuda to have his sister tag along and prolong the hunt for kira, in hopes it’d buy him some time to cover up some tracks he may have missed and that L was on the precipice of discovering
but then he noticed light’s genuine anger towards himself at how little he was able to keep his head on straight, noticed the way his eyes lingered on you in a way that lacked annoyance but instead something similar to the way L stared at you, full of wanton desire and lust
thus an unspoken agreement fell upon them, something neither of them dare verbalized : that they’d do their best to give their all into the kira case and help one another with not falling into a trance whenever you came around
they’ve been trying so hard to not give in to the logic that comes to them via the head hidden in their slacks whenever you bend over in that goddamn pencil skirt of yours, trying their very best to not give in and turn around in hopes of catching a glimpse of your pussy sheathed behind your panties
you have no idea the torture you bring upon them everyday, how hard you’ve been making their lives, affecting each man emotionally and mentally but also in a literal, physiological way
so now instead of L utilizing his crouching for intelligence benefits, he uses it to hide the bulge that grows whenever you come around to check on him, occasionally having to fight back a wince when he scoots around and unintentionally grazes his erection against his thigh
as for light, he’s opted for folding his legs and feigning a sense of nonchalance, trying to convince himself that if he doesn’t care then the act will become true soon enough
however it never does
the pang in his chest when you sit and giggle with L and rip a donut in half to share with him hasn’t gone away, nor the ache in his pants when you grab a chair and sit right beside him when debriefing him on the documents you’ve collected hasn’t gone away either
especially not with the way your warm thigh is always flush to his, sending blood straight to his cock like a missile
so you can imagine his frustration upon feeling suffocated not only by his feelings for you, but by L’s looming presence when he handcuffed them together
you still kept them company and tried your best to be of assistance to them during this odd and tiresome — albeit self inflicted — period of time
you’d even begun crashing on the couch in their shared hotel room, deciding it’d just be easier to stay there with them than continually going back and forth to your home and the task force headquarters
“you’re staring.” L had commented, acting as the first person to verbalize the weird magnetic pull that you seem to bring whenever you’re near
“i wasn’t. i just zoned out.” light had huffed, tearing his eyes off your sleeping figure begrudgingly, glancing back at L with mild irritation before flickering his gaze back down to his laptop
“i can’t seem to stop myself from staring at her either. it’s really become quite bothersome. as i’m sure you’ve long since discovered on your own.” he commented casually, not bothering to cease his stare upon you
light whipped his head towards L, mouth dry and chest tight
“its affecting my focus on the case as it is yours. and while i am still 99.9% certain you are kira, i am 100% unequivocally sure that you share my…exasperation with the sudden inability to function at the rate in which we were once able to. am i correct in this assessment?” he asked while knowing the answer; that he was right.
“i…” light swallowed, gritting his teeth behind his closed lips at the sound of ryuk’s laughter behind him. “seems like you’ve both got a little crush on the same girl. how cute.”
“it’s nothing i can’t handle. i’m not a child ryuzaki, i’m not falling apart at the seams all because of some…mere attraction.”
“lying always comes so easily to you light, but it isn’t quite as easily believable.” L responded dryly, the gentle clink of the elongated chain joining the sound of his voice as he inched closer to light on the bed
“look,” light huffed, turning his back towards you to face L head on
“you may be floundering under the weight of whatever infatuation you’ve developed with matsuda’s sister, but i haven’t and you don’t need to loop me in with your inability to perform at the level you once were able to. maybe you’re just slowing down.” he snipped, but L remained unbothered, his face unmoving as he parted his lips to speak
“there’s no need to get testy, light we’re both on the same page here, there’s no reason in denying the problem instead of striving to solve it. i was only prefacing all of this to offer a solution to our shared issue.”
light raised a brow, crossing his arms and cocking his head, unconvinced
“okay, i’ll bite. what is it?”
“well,” L began, glancing over at you before looking back at light
“we obviously have some pent up energy that we aren’t properly exerting and it’s muddling up the usual smooth and seamless flow of thought within our heads.” L explains, pointing at his own head then to light’s, unswayed when light swats his hand away
“okay…? what’re you getting at?”
“i’m suggesting that we aid each other in releasing this accumulative tension we’ve built up within ourselves.” he answered simply, and light went still, clenching his jaw at ryuk’s cackling in the corner of the hotel room. “i’ll give you both some…much needed privacy.” he snickered, floating out the window
“you can’t be serious.” light exhaled, his heart having begun to thump in his ears
“think of it like a cleanse. we’re cleansing our bodies of unwanted feelings in hopes to regain some much needed focus. unless, you’re not as committed to catching kira as you claimed you were–”
“oh fuck off,” light hissed, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge to try and settle down before he woke you up
“i obviously will not force you to engage in anything you’re not comfortable with. it was merely a suggestion.” L added, as if his reassurance helped anything
and yet, that “suggestion” birthed the beginning to a routine that they’d quickly fall into almost every other night afterwards
light had crawled into L’s lap, his already half hard cock swelling beneath his jeans, straining against the material as if it were aching to be close to L’s
he drew his hips back slowly, pushing forward experimentally, his jaw coming down hard and tight when the first strum of pleasure hit his veins
he thrusted forward again, this time with less hesitancy, a low groan rumbling from the base of his throat
“harder.” L uttered, voice low and thick with an attempt of remaining quiet as to not wake you
light’s eyes snapped open and he glared down at the man beneath him, curling a hand over his mouth roughly, his hips bucking forward harshly
“if we’re going to do this, i need you to shut. the fuck. up, ryuzaki.” he gritted, grinding his clothed cock against L’s
L nodded behind his palm, his eyes fluttering shut when light’s hips met his own aggressively
“fuck,” he breathed out, slowly slipping his hand from L’s mouth and down to his shoulders awkwardly, looking for some kind of purchase while he dry fucked his bulge against L’s
L did not share the same sense of lingering shyness, he instead allowed his eyes to remain shut and for his head to falter back against the headboard, his hands coming up and around to squeeze at light’s hips
he jerked his hips upwards, his brows drawing together as he envisioned you on top of him, that it was your soft skin and jutting hipbones he felt in his hands and your weight in lap. that it was your shaky breath falling atop the crown of his head
light’s breath stuttered along with his movements at the suddenness of L’s bold touch, his cock twitching at the contact of such a cold yet soothing touch on his bare skin
light’s eyes followed L’s own with a stern downward curtain, trying to picture that it was you below him, your hands on him and your thumbs running circles over the sensitive spots of his sides
but the lack of skin to skin contact was inevitably not enough, not good enough to try and mend the damage you’ve done to both of them
and soon enough light found himself on his back with L on top, their pants unzipped and hung loosely around their hips, both cocks free and slick and grinding up against the other
light had one hand gripped around both their shafts, grunting into the thick air as L rutted into the wet channel of his curled palm
his free hand slipped underneath L’s white long sleeve, his palm traveling over his toned abdomen and up to his chest, groping at his pectorals, taking advantage of their lack of a flexed state, trying to pretend it was your soft breast he had in his hand whilst the other acted as a makeshift hole for both their leaking, desperate cocks
L thrusted hard into the pretend cunt of light’s large hand, swallowing a heavy groan when light pinched at his nipple, shuddering hard above him
he tugged at light’s white button up until a few buttons popped off, exposing the smooth skin of his chest
he palmed at the toned flesh there, squeezing them the way he wishes he could squeeze you, thumbing over one of light’s nipples
“i bet she’d sound even wetter than this,” L grunted into light’s neck, his face crashing into the space where the side of his throat and his shoulder meet, his hips having grown sloppier and sloppier, his cockhead twitching up against light’s like a warning of what was fast approaching
light didn’t shush him that time, he just groaned and fucked up harder inside his own palm, sliding up to squeeze their fat tips together, circling his thumb over them like he would with your clit
“yeah. bet she’d feel tighter than this too,” he added, his teeth coming out to bare over L’s collarbone, thrusting hard into the wet canal of his hand
“m’gonna,” L choked, panting and gasping softly into light’s neck, rutting his hips sporadically into light’s fist
“c-can i?” he asked shakily, and light groaned, his cock twitching up against L’s, surprised with the pleading of permission, but more surprised by how much it turned him on
“make it quick.” he grunted, tightening his grip and pumping their cocks faster
L’s hips slammed hard into light’s hold, his cum spurting all over his belly and fist, his lips finding the man below him’s mouth and latching on
light’s eyes went wide, and despite his shock, his cock pulsed hard at that, kissing him back with the same ferocity and need, jerking him off through his orgasm
with one last thrust, L slipped out of light’s hand, wincing quietly as he panted above him
light glanced down at his still hard cock, chuckling dryly at the cum that wasn’t his and how it painted his own shaft and lower stomach
he swiped his finger under the cumshot just above his belly button, maintaining eye contact as he did so
“bet she’d taste sweeter too.” he added, licking the last of it off his index
L’s adam’s apple bobbed at the sight, his spent cock twitching weakly
before he could respond, light nodded towards his throbbing cock, fat pink tip now red with an eagerness to cum, his non sticky hand coming up behind L’s neck with a firm touch
“my turn. suck me off the way you think she would.”
cw; porn w/o true plot, f!reader, deathnote au, f!receiving oral sex, enemy-ish archetype (L attempting to prove his superiority over you), finger sucking. mdni.
wc; 714
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consumed by primal hysteria, he drags his stone-cold fingers torturously along your abdomen. you shiver. an utter abyss is all you find when you gather the seemingly impossible strength to look into the man’s eyes. you feel your panties being pulled down. from there, a warm and wet sensation coating your folds. you throw your head back on a satin pillow in response. L grips either sides of your thighs with an inherent yet authoritative drive, as if confirming that he belongs there.
he’s practically swimming in you. delving himself in you, completely confined, yet only eager to please. to prove himself, even, that he deserves a place between your legs. L nips at your clit whilst you try your utmost best not to react. you’re young and arrogant, he knows this already. it distracts him. hearing your reactions were all part of the plan; the one where he demonstrates his power over you.
precisely, he lifts his head, stopping. you scoff in contempt. downright betrayal.
“in order to establish my precedence, i need to hear you when i do this,” he mumbled, nearly a whisper. he brought a finger to your soaked hole, massaging it softly before probing you. consequently, you grunt through gritted teeth. nothing goes unnoticed by him. almost annoyedly, he rams 3 fingers inside of you, vigorously driving them in and out at a metronome-like rhythm. you nearly cry. L smiles, satisfied.
without warning, a ringtone interrupts the moment. you look over, but L doesn’t stop. instead, he reaches for it, missing once before grabbing it. he shifts so that he’s holding it with only his thumb and pointer on his left hand, fingering you with his right. he checks the phone screen and squints his eyes softly.
“ignore what i had said earlier…” he says, visibly irritated. “…please be as quiet as possible.”
you blink. L presses a button with a small ‘beep’. he lifts the flip phone to his ear. “i’m extremely occupied, Matsuda. what is it?” his voice alone causes you to whimper faintly, but it still draws his attention back to you. he looks down at you with an animalistic gaze. almost like a warning, he removes his fingers from inside you and, after licking them clean, he shoves them in your mouth. you feel disoriented for a moment, but just a moment, before you begin to suck on them. he watches you as he pulls a finger out with a ‘pop’. Matsuda’s voice can be heard spiraling on the other line.
“can you repeat that, slower this time?” L says slowly, eyes never leaving your trance as you lick his slender fingers up and down. Matsuda’s voice is heard again, muffled for you. you take one of his fingers fully down your throat, looking up at him. he drags his finger out from your puffy lips and pinches your chin. he stays there for a moment.
“were you able to retrieve surveillance footage at that specific station on the 12th of January?” L asks inquisitively, transferring himself back down between your legs. Matsuda answers yet again. this time, a longer response. you buck your hips, growing impatient.
“i see,” L mutters, taking note of your pestering and eventually kitten-licking your clit. your entire body tightens as you feel the lingual sensation. after a minute or two, he fully indulges himself in you, lapping his tongue from your throbbing hole all the way up to the top of your slit. you arch your back into him.
“send me IDs of all the agents involved, as well as addresses and workplaces. once you do that--mmgf--have Watari contact NPA. it’s a bold move, but the task force back at headquarters needs to be able to view the tape, too.” he holds one thigh in place with his unused hand. you squirm but his unusual strength keeps you from abruptly moving.
“eating something? no,” he says in response to Matsuda. "just very busy. i'll call back." he moves the phone from his ear and presses another button before throwing it somewhere across the bed. he looks up into your eyes and suddenly places his hands on both sides of you, not far off from completely pinning you down. now he's focused.
not 30 seconds later and the man has you cumming all over his mouth. L smiles to himself triumphantly. he licks his lips, relishing in your finish.
“just ask next time; don't make me prove it to you.”
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