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â° a/n yo FUCK this guyâŚ. no reallyâŚ. can we fuck this guy?
â° warnings pegging, dom!fem!reader, sub!light, dubious consent kind of? but not really, manipulation, Light is very evil, NOT PROOFREAD
summary â° âIf I let y/n peg me, will they be able to deduce I am Kira?â
Things have escalated quickly for Light.
He was bent over on the bed, bracing for impact as you roughly pulled down his pants. Light grimaced, glancing at the lube on the table. At some point, he had made a crucial error. He thought back momentarily, deciding whether or not this was in fact necessary.
It started when with the task force evaluating the psychology behind Kira. Patterns in his behavior, indications of a god complex, an overall need for control. Really, things any moron could have picked out.
You were on the task force too. In fact, Light had been seeing you for a brief period of time, as he believed it would be of use to him to keep you on a short leash, less you find out anything too incriminating. At the very least, you two were more than familiar.
Naturally, his ears perked up when he heard your theory about Kira falling into some kind of category of toxic masculinity. He shook his head but you insisted.
âNo, listen. Thereâs obviously clear need for power, and a desire to win, as L stated. But itâs done in such a way itâs almost expected. He gets insulted when L figures something out, threatened,â that made Light frown. âThereâs insecurity there. I think whoever weâre looking for is some kind of golden boy whoâs used to getting what he wants out of privilege. Heâs probably protective of his masculinity because of it.â
That wasnât good. And when you posted your theory of the second Kira being a woman Light began to sweat.
Your flamboyant ideas didnât stop there. Upon seeing each other that night, you had suggested something Light wanted to gag at.
ââŚI donât know about that. Weâve only had sex a couple times, Iâm not entirely sure if iâm there yet,â His voice was level, and almost preachily polite although his insides curdled with disgust.
âOh, come on,â You push. You were always so damn pushy. âItâs totally normal. I meanâ mens g-spot is their prostate, anyways. I really think the only reason itâs not more normalized is because of the worldâs weird obsession with gender roles and,â you glanced up at him, âmaintaining masculinity.â
A jolt through Lights spine. Clearly a hint. Was it a test? If he said no, because of some insecurity Light definitely didnât have, would you assume he was Kira? No, thatâs crazy. You canât back that up just because he doesnât want to get pegged, thatâd hardly be a case. However, he already fits the other criteria you listed earlier, and youâre on Misaâs trail too. If he possibly relinquished control for one night⌠and intimacy like that always builds trustâŚ
His eyes narrow, before continuing with appearances. âYou know what, sure. I really like you, and iâm prepared to try new things for someone I care about.â
Bullshit, Bullshit, Bullshit. Everything you were doing to Light right now was making him squirm with hate. He felt absolutely cheated. How dare you make him surrender like this, how dare youâ
âYou okay down there, Light?â You were above him, hands roaming on top of his naked body. You looked like a predator.
âIâm just,â he could barely keep his teeth from grinding, âI guess, Iâm just a little bit nervous.â
You nipped at his neck, hands ghosting over his hole. He sucked in a breath. You growled, low, âIs that right?â
What was that supposed to mean? Light didnât have time to think about that as you slipped your first lubricated finger into him. He gripped onto you on instinct, gasping softly.
âW-were you even going to warn me?â It came out a bark. Yikes, aggravated isnât a good look. He couldnât help it, it was surprising.
You shushed him slowly, adding another finger, and scissoring them inside him. Light shuddered, the feeling was new.
âLetâs not get an attitude, baby.â And scarily, chillingly, as if you read his mind, you cooed, âThats not a good look.â
Light choked, âWhats thatâs supposed toâ Ah!â
You had hit a spot that sent a shock wave of pleasure throughout him. He whimpered, looking up at you with a gasp caught in his throat. To his dismay, you hit it again. And it felt even better.
âOh godââ His breathing got heavy, âThat wasâŚâ
âNew?â You donât give him time to respond before working your fingers in him faster. It goes on like that for a few minutes, which isnât nearly long enough, before you remove your fingers.
Light instinctively looked angry as the loss of attention, and he gazed up at you with confusion. âWhy the hell did you stop?â
His hand came up to his mouth to stop himself, heâs loosing control⌠that isnât good. This was a bad idea. He isnât enjoying it, he canât be⌠And yet heâs so hard heâs dizzy just sitting up.
Either way, he doesnât have much more time to think before heâs suddenly flipped over, ass connected to your strap like a puzzle piece.
He cries out, gripping the sheets with an idiotic feeling of relief. âThank god, sheâs fucking me againâ a part of him thinks. His fists grab the sheets around him as he sneers at the thought.
Your thrusts are hard, and it becomes apparent to you Light is desperately trying to bite his moans back. You laugh.
This upsets him. âWhatsâ hahâ whats funny?â He demands, with impressive bite between moans.
You wait a beat. Too long. Anticipation, Light numbly thinks. You are such a bitch.
Pushing his head further into the pillow, you continue to snicker, âYou are such a fucking slut.â
He whines, and you continue to drill into him brutally. âI know youâve never been fucked like this before. Surely youâve had sex, such a charming boy,â You were teasing, Light tried to be mad. âBut none of your bimbos had you like this; ass up fucking yourself into a womanâs strap, trying to pretend you donât like it. But your grasp just wont stop slipping, right?â
You knew something, you knew too much. A small strike of panic swelled in Lights chest before dissolving into adrenaline. Thatâs the only reason he was enjoying this, right? The adrenaline? God, he couldnât focus his mind.
He whined desperately, âShut up! Ah-hahââ What was he doing? He couldnât think of a response, what was correct? He couldnât tell. Damn you. âIâI canâtââ
âAw, poor baby,â you slam against his prostate, and grip his hair back. âYou canât what? Hide how pathetic you really are?â
Light could have came right there. His back was so arched he felt he could break in half, and tears dabbed at the ends of his eyes. Humiliated at his enjoyment, he cried out with a girlish moan, âGuhâGo to hell!â
You stopped moving, âOh?â
To Lights absolute horror, you pull out. âNo!â He cried, turning himself over, scattering like terrified animal.
You shoved him back down, âThat is not how we talk to someone being nice to you.â
He could kick you. He could claw your eyes out. He could write your name down. He could â
You were smiling, and Light realized how absolutely ruined he looked. He was breathing heavily, propped himself up in bed as sweaty hair cling to his forehead. And⌠oh god.
His mouth curled back into a deep frown, and he sniffed violently, spit connecting his top and bottom lips as he opened his mouth to choke out a sob.
âOh, my god.â You say, awed, âAre you really crying because youâre not getting what you want?â
His dick was so hard it ached deeply, pink and leaking. He felt empty, he needed you back inside him, he wouldnât be able to breathe until you filled him up again. âIâ Unghâ Pleaseââ
âThatâs a start. What else?â
He sobbed, hiccuping as he pawed at his untouched dick, âIâm sorryâ Iâm sorryâ I need to feel youâ I needââ
You shoved your plastic dick inside him again, cradling his face gently, âOh my baby, thats my good boy. Are you going to behave yourself now?â
He was on his back, legs resting over your shoulders, hands helplessly over his head as he stupidly submitted to you. He didnât care anymore, he needed to feel it again. Feel you again.
He nodded, gasping and wrenching for air in between moans, âUh-huhâ nnghâ Yes! I will, d-donât stopââ
âAwe, itâs nice being a sweet boy, isnât it?â He moaned welty, nodding as he arched up into you. âWish you were more often?â
He could barely hear what you were saying, he could only see your foggy face above him as your hand came down to stroke his cock. He wailed, guttural and uncontrolled.
You leaned closer, and he thought for a moment you were going to bend him completely in half. He wanted you too, he needed it.
All of his senses were flooded with pleasure, and he couldnât bite his tongue anymore, crying out with pleasure constantly. âUnghâ harder- pleaseâ âm so closeââ
You stroked him harder, looking at him with an unusually cold face. He closed his eyes, receiving your abuse with uncharacteristic openness.
âGo on baby, show me how good you feel.â
Light cries out one last time before cumming harder than ever before. His vision went completely black, his legs shook with violence, and he fell back onto the bed with force.
You cradle him in your arms, shushing him as he comes down from his high. Brushing his hair back from his face as he whimpers softly against your chest, the man before you is completely stripped.
He is not performing, although he is not himself. There is no evil in the exhausted boy sucking on your tit, but there is no good either.
And much like before the sex, you are left wondering about Lights true identity.
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