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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

LUV U POOKIES

-oatmeal

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You rise from the couch and turn your head from the visual of Misa Amane fully restrained and blind folded to cross the suite. Her wails and pleas make your skin crawl with such nausea that you’ve begun mentally speaking to yourself to drown out the grainy audio of her cries to avoid losing your mind. 

Side stepping a few of the men, you dig through your work bag and tug out a bottle of ‘electrolyte water’ and eyedrops before returning to L’s side and giving his shoulder a mixture of a massage and rub. 

“Here, use this.”

You slip the plastic tube of drops into his outstretched palm; despite him never looking up from the screen, his fingers give your a hand a small pinch in gratitude, and to just feel the warmth of your flesh a few moments longer. It’s his silent way of saying ‘thank you’, before you slip your grasp from his and twist the cap off your beverage.

Matsuda paces from one side of the room to the other, gnawing on the tip of pen and avoiding Light’s awkward standing position in the center of the room while everyone else remains fixated on their tasks in front of the tv. No one speaks as Misa silently whimpers and sniffles on the other side of the camera, instead the men slowly flip through evidence folders and documents in preparation for when the confession would surely come. 

With Watari currently at the holding facility, each member is left to their own devices when it comes to caffeine and subsidence, leaving the coffee table littered with energy drinks and take-out containers. You reach forward to place your bottle down, wondering if the shake in your hand is from sleep deprivation or the 300+ mg  of caffeine in your bloodstream this late when the audio picks up on a particular cry from the woman. 

“Kill me…”

You nearly drop the container and Matsuda coughs on the tip of his pen as everyone circles the television. 

“I said… KILL ME. I-I’M… DONE WITH THIS. KILL ME.”

Mogi audibly gulps and the faces of Aizawa and Mr. Yagami have paled to sickly white; you look past them at Ryuzaki before turning back to the screen. Narrowing his eyes in confusion, L reaches forward to the microphone synced to the holding facility. 

“You know we can’t do that Ms. Amane. Please cooperate and you will be released. A confession of your cri–”

“NO. KILL ME … or…. I’LL DO IT MYSELF”

Everyone is motionless from the sudden outburst, but Ryuzaki switches to the communication channel with Watari in an instant. “Don’t let her bite her tongue!”

Misa withers and squirms upon being gagged by the older gentleman, and you can feel the bile in your stomach threatening to rise. Watching another woman cry and scream and plead for an end to her torment, regardless of the situation, makes you feel an uneasiness that cannot be put into words.

You swallow and keep it to yourself when Aizawa shakes his head in shock at the scene with arms crossed. “What the hell is this bitch doing? Not even asking for a lawyer– she knows she’s guilty.”

It’s an empty question as tears spill from her covered eyes and her knees shake as she tilts her head slightly to the side. And it must be the lack of sleep, but you can nearly swear a small tuft of hair is pushed from her covered face momentarily. 

But there’s no fans, air con, or any sort of ventilation strong enough to cause such a movement in the cell; turning to Ryuzaki, it’s clear he seemed to notice the same thing. Wiping the sweat of your palms on your slacks, you pivot slightly to speak when Misa’s voice rings out again.

“Huh… what’s going on?”

….

Your mouth goes dry and no one moves except for the hesitant limb L reaches out to press the microphone once again.

“Your confession, please. For the crimes you’ve committed operating as the Second Kira–”

“What?” She interrupts. “I don’t know what you’re talking about– oh! I get it now! This is some perverted bit right? Criminal and police officer, and you’re some horny stalker playing out the fantasy…”

Misa continues nervously playing along with the dark illusion of being kidnapped for sexual purposes while Ryuzaki mutes the mic and turns around to Mogi. The older man raises his hands dumbfounded at her behavior and sputters about reading her the arrest charges and rights and how she complied; when he moves to retrieve the proper paperwork as proof, you glance over at Light.

The tv glow illuminates the tired features of his skin and posture, but the energy behind his eyes is lively and unfamiliar. His lips are pressed down as he stares at the screen, but his hands are relaxed at his sides and his breathing is steady– as if he was just as exhausted as everyone else, but not as surprised. 

Keeping your gaze on the man for a moment longer, you turn to glance at Ryuzaki who’s already staring at you. He gives you an indiscernible expression and turns back to the screen as the group regains focus and turns amongst one another.

“How can she think this stunt is believable? We have forensic evidence on her.” Aizawa grumbles, flipping through a variety of folders. 

Matsuda rubs his face in anxious frustration. “Right? And Mogi even said she didn’t fight the charges as the Second Kira– so why suddenly be convinced she’s being held by some perverted fan?”

You give L a slight eyebrow raise and tilt your head to motion to Light as his father paces back and forth. “Maybe she’s having a nervous breakdown? She has been incarcerated alone for several days now…”

Her awkward and nervous attempts at banter continue ringing through the speaker as the group sputters amongst themselves for a possible explanation. Ryuzaki slowly explains the charges against her and the situation, while the group confirms for the umpteenth time that her DNA is in fact the one matching the physical evidence. 

The back and forth is ceaseless– every time L reminds her of the present situation, she counters with accusations and appeasements for her supposed stalker. You look between the group after a few hours and come to the unanimous agreement that at some point, Misa will slip up and mention something related to Kira, and upon that mistake a confession will surely follow. 

It doesn’t. A week goes by with no progress. 

“How is this even possible? We got so close and now we’re somehow doing worse than before we arrested her!” Matsuda groans, rubbing the grown in stubble that adorns his cheeks. 

Mogi’s head is leaned back over the edge of the couch with a cold washcloth covering his eyes. “It’s weird– we have the physical evidence… but now our suspect is seemingly having amnesia over the whole thing.”

You rise from the couch and wander over to the large standing mirror in the hallway of the suite to take in your own appearance. Eyes sunken and tired with puffy circles, hair nearly matted from the lack of proper care, and your short-sleeve blouse and slacks are wrinkled beyond professionalism. It’s the worst you’ve looked in months, but from the corner of your eye and in the reflection of the mirror, you can see L looking over at you. 

You let out a long exhausted sigh and give a smile to him in the mirror and he blinks slowly in return before facing towards the coffee table at his uneaten desserts. The fluff of the hotel carpet mutes your kitten heels as you return to stand behind the couch and peel the washcloth off your coworker. Mogi offers a short ‘thanks’ when you turn to toss it in the kitchenette sink.

Mr. Yagami lowers the television audio and rubs his temples while Aizawa flips through the same documents for the 5th time this hour; you pause on your way back to the couch to give a slight tug to the tufts of Ryuzaki’s hair that stick out. L doesn’t move from his focused position, but the hand which hovers over the last macaron pulls back and instead slides the dish closer to your spot.

The cushions bend beneath you, and you barely get 15 minutes into the group’s silent evidence review before Light shoots up from his chair, unable to be still any longer. 

“Ryuzaki, I want you to detain me too.”

…

You nearly drown on your sip of coffee while Mr. Yagami shoots to his feet and grabs his son by the shoulders. Multitudes more interesting than the same paperwork everyone’s been staring at for the past few days, Aizawa, Mogi, and Matsuda pause to stare up incredulously at the young man. 

“Light! What are you thinking? This is no time for such outrageous suggestions!” His father booms at him.

Light doesn’t give his father more than a few moments of attention, despite being held by the shoulders, and turns to Ryuzaki with an eager expression. “It makes sense doesn’t it? All the evidence, the killings, and Misa’s sudden memory loss– what if Kira used her to kill people subconsciously?!”

Your mouth goes dry and you shoot to your feet as well. “Wait a moment, just because we know Kira can influence the actions before death, doesn’t mean we can suddenly jump to complete mind control here.”

Light scoffs in frustration at your valid counter point before turning back to the perched man in the chair. “Come on Ryuzaki, I know you’ve considered it.”

Mr. Yagami continues shaking his son’s shoulders while dismissing his arguments as a result of extreme fatigue while the rest of the group focuses on L. 

Had he been considering it? If he did, it was something he didn’t discuss with you.

Maybe months ago this sort of thing would have bothered you, but right now you can understand the desire to keep it hidden. To be fair, even you began to wonder if it was something more supernatural at play– the sudden memory loss from Misa becoming too well acted even for a professional. As the ‘world’s best detective’, jumping to mind control and divine intervention may not necessarily be taken the best way…

You keep your gaze on your companion while Ryuzaki takes a casual breath and shrugs slightly. “Yes, I have considered that exactly.”

“What?” Mr. Yagami whips around, caught between the two men once again. 

Light steps forward with arms open in a pleading motion before he takes his dad’s arm cautiously. “Dad, please. What if Kira has been controlling me and I’ve been killing people this whole time without realizing it? L has been suspicious of me from the start and he’s never wrong.”

A heavy silence falls over everyone, no one bothering to acknowledge the grainy mumbles of Misa on the television. No one wants for him to be locked up… but no one is exactly about to question the success rate of L either. 

Ryuzaki narrows his eyes and takes a moment of silence, working out the logistics and details himself at a speed that would take you a few hours and a stack of scratch paper to fully understand. He swallows once and stands up from his position, giving Light another moment of analysis before nodding slightly.

“Alright then, I’ll have arrangements made for you to be isolated too. If that’s alright–”

“It’s not ‘alright’, do you have any idea what this is implying?!” Mr. Yagami interjects. 

You stand still, staring between them before turning to Matsuda with a mirroring shrug of shock, only turning back when the chief defeatedly releases the hold on his son and steps back.

“Detain me as well, L.”

You and the rest of the group, except for Ryuzaki’s, jaws fall open in shock until Matsuda is stumbling on his words and scrambling to shake his boss’s shoulder.

“W-Wait a moment here. Chief, this also isn’t the time for you t-to jump to extreme measures either!”

Aizawa steps forward and opens his arms with intense motions of concern. “Exactly, we’re only going to be down more men than we already are if you and Light both lock yourselves up.”

What the fuck is going on..?!

You blink a few times and push yourself between them to make space; turning between the chief and your colleagues, you miss the way L has remained back to silently watch the altercation unfold. 

“Can we take a moment here to think things through? Mr. Yagami, why are you doing this? There’s no evidence incriminating you of anything–”

“–He’s my son.” He interupts with a forlorn expression. “You all… you talk about him like some monster, but he’s my son.”  the members fall into silence as he continues. “I can’t continue this investigation with a neutral head if he’s going to be detained, so please… excuse me as well.”

Your heart aches for the man and you drop your arms slowly to your sides in exhaustion. Realistically, your ‘friendship’ with Light would also excuse you from being impartial; looking over at Ryuzaki who gnaws on a hangnail and looks off into space before meeting your gaze, you also know that your relationship with him is just as excusable. 

“Dad…” Light softly mumbles in surprise while the group flusteredly wonders if there’s anything they can do to persuade them that jumping to such extreme measures isn’t worth it. 

“Alright.” L interjects. 

Everyone spins around to face the man, but none open their mouth to question it. Ryuzaki slowly walks across the room, the blue light of the tv making him look even more pale and exhausted than usual. 

“I’ll make arrangements to have Light and Mr. Yagami separately detained, though please understand I cannot guarantee an end to this confinement until enough proper evidence has been gathered.”

Mogi frustratedly turns around and tugs at his hair while Matsuda rubs his 5 o’clock shadow anxiously. You stand still, playing with the hem of your work blouse, wondering how the fuck anything is supposed to get done with 2 people out of your already tiny work group remising themselves. How much caffeine is enough to send you into cardiac arrest again…? Surely consuming more coffee than water for just oneeee more week won’t hurt.

Ryuzaki leans over to tap a few things onto his laptop on the coffee table before sighing and walking through the group to examine everyone’s faces. “Alright, I’ve started the arrangements and you two will be escorted out in 20 minutes, so please make your family phone calls now to explain…” He continues shuffling over. “That being said, please make it known now if anyone else would like to be restrained.” He stops in front of you with a sideways glance.

It should not make you as turned on as it does. Especially given the situation at hand. 

Dark eyes sunken with rings from lack of sleep pour into yours with dilation before his lips curve slightly upward and he continues his pace across the room.

“Alright, since no one else would like to be detained, please take a few minutes to get your business in line before this is finalized.” No one moves when he finishes and L blinks a few times in confusion. “Uh– the timer has started so…”

Consciousness is shot back into the group as Mr. Yagami pulls his son in for a hug and ushers him to another room to call their family while Aizawa lets out a string of swears and pulls cigarette box and lighter from his jacket pocket. 

Mogi looks over at him. “I thought your wife made you quit.”

“If I give you one, will you keep quiet?”

Aizawa flings his jacket over his shoulder and Mogi immediately stands to follow him outside; Matsuda solemnly watches the chief exit and excuses himself to say his own goodbyes to the man. The door shuts with a soft thud and you push out all the air from your lungs and plop down onto the couch with your head in your hands. 

You’re beyond emotionally and physically exhausted, and losing two members to voluntarily shut themselves in for an unknown period of time is the tipping point. 

A pair of cautious feet stay still for a moment before there’s the soft pad of them shuffling a few steps closer. Ryuzaki doesn’t say anything, though you can see the frayed cuff of his jeans from the corner of your eyes.

It’s silent, but not uncomfortable as he remains hovering over you for a few extra minutes before awkwardly clearing his throat and giving your shoulder a cautious tap. 

“I uh… apologize if my tone earlier is what made you uneasy now…” You lift your head upwards but keep it facing the floor as he continues. “That wasn’t the proper time to illicit a reaction from you– I was just doing some..research about the best methods of communication on ‘this’ and decided–”

“–L.”

He stops his ramblings and blinks once as you lift your head the rest of the way up and turn to him with a tired smile. “Thanks. For making me feel better.”

Ryuzaki shuts his mouth and offers a hand to pull you from your seat. “Of course.”

You look towards the door and run a hand through your hair in thought before turning to him with a soft expression. “How are you holding up, with all of this I mean? Can’t be easy getting even less sleep than normal, especially now that we’re cutting our forces by ⅓.”

L shrugs and rubs the dark bags under his eyes with the back of his hand and then scratches the back of his head, messing up his disheveled hair further. He turns to the door with a neutral expression before tentatively reaching forward and grabbing your hand; on instinct you keep your palm facing the ceiling and let him trace the creases with his thumb. 

Ryuzaki stares at the skin while you stare at him and the impatient expression he adorns. 

“I hate this.” he quietly mumbles, flipping your hand over to trace your cuticles and the little irritations on your fingers from the way you’ve begun to anxiously pick at your nails. 

You stay silent and let him work through the emotions on his own, tickling his palm with your fingertips when he turns your hand over once more. 

L tugs your hand down but keeps it in his grasp. “I don’t hate the fact Light is volunteering to be detained– in all honesty I’m more than happy to keep him under surveillance and away from– … the group…” He tilts his head and pinches the flesh of your thumb. “But the current direction of this investigation is spiraling and consuming much more of my time than I would like.”

You raise an eyebrow and nudge him slightly. “Ohhh, and what else would you spend your time on?”

He lets himself be swayed by your gentle push but swallows once and tilts his head to the side. “Huh? Are you really confused by that? I thought I was being pretty direct with ‘flirting’.”

You cough slightly and can feel the heat in your cheeks grow; you try and tug your hand back to shield your face in embarrassment from his curt response, but he keeps it locked in his grasp. 

“Agh– I was just teasing you… no need to be so direct.”

Ryuzaki smiles at your expression and softens his posture to lean into you a bit more; he gives a cautious peak towards the door before turning his attention back to you.

“Should I not be so direct then…? You don’t like it?”

You swallow your fluster and shrug at him while tugging your hand again. It’s still stuck in his grasp. “Well… no. It’s fine. It’s so you, anyways.”

Ryuzaki mumbles a small ‘me?’ to himself before smiling to himself and leaning forward to plant a kiss against your lips. 

Even in your most exhausted, mentally-fried state, you would never deny reciprocation of the act. Lips molding to his with a shared taste of coffee, warm sweet tea, and pastries; your hands stay connected at the side. 

He rocks his head into yours a few times, switching between slow forceful kisses and light pecks that let him hear the soft ‘pop!’ everytime they connect and disconnect. You give him one last slow kiss before pulling back and turning your attention to your connected hands, swinging them back and forth slightly. 

In all honesty, the two of you haven’t had time for anything after Misa’s arrest. You go home for maybe 6 hours a day, max; there’s barely enough time to shower and sleep, let alone get lil freaky with a man with an even tighter schedule. The two of you have been restricted to secret kisses during smoke breaks and little acts of service from being so busy, and it’s clear the both of you are craving something more. 

“I’ll get the detainment of those two squared away with Watari now I suppose.” L mumbles, still not releasing his grasp on you.

You sigh and nod, mentally snapping back into work mode and trying to avoid the weird feeling in your chest about your mentor and friend being put in isolation for an undetermined amount of time. Ryuzaki lifts your hand slightly and gives a light squeeze, releasing it when the hotel door room reopens. 

*******

It’s been about a week and a half since Light and his father have put themselves in detention, and if you thought you were overworked before, it’s nothing compared to now. Everyone is working double time, monitoring each person in confinement, investigating the recent Kira murders that have stopped, and looking for definitive links between their halt and Light’s captivity. 

The workload is enough for an actual task force, not a small group of underpaid and overworked detectives. Suspicion of Light has heightened to an all time high, even Matsuda, Aizawa, and Mogi collectively wondering if this was the definitive proof that was needed. 

Ryuzaki has barely spoken a word outside of theories and instructions to Watari, while the rest of the group looks melancholically at the screen of Light idly sitting and mumbling about how Kira must be controlling him. 

Matsuda stands up from his hunched position of documents and evidence files and stretches slightly. “I’m making a convenience store run. Anyone need anything?”

Aizawa tugs open his wallet and tosses him a bill. “Get me a pack, any kind.”

“Sports drink and chips for me.” Mogi grumbles, loosening his tie. 

You sigh and lift your empty can before turning to the man. “A couple energy drinks and maybe some pretzels?”

Ryuzaki eyes your position, the mess of your professional clothes, and the litter of caffeinated cans that linger around your spot at the table, but says nothing. Matsuda runs through the list one more time outloud before tugging on his jacket and stepping out.

When Misa calls out for Light one more time, Aizawa leans forward to lower the volume and scratches his chin. No one wants to be the one to say it– to say that things are looking less than ideal for Light. And no one wants to be the one to tell the chief this either. 

There’s a dull hum of the air con in the background and the same analog clock ticking away absentmindedly as Mogi turns over to your position hunched over your laptop.

“Anything?”

You click the refresh button and turn to him. “Nope.” you pop the ‘p’ sound and sink further into the couch. 

Mogi and Aizawa curse to themselves– there’s not been a single criminal murder that can be effectively linked to Kira since Light’s detainment no matter how hard you all search for one. The closest you’ve gotten is a prison brawl turned fatal, but none of the inmates involved would be targets of Kira anyways; one locked up for insurance fraud and the other a serial car-jacker. 

Aizawa looks at L, waiting for him to make some sort of announcement when the hotel suite door bursts open and smacks into the wall. You all jump from your seat as Matsuda storms inside, haphazardly throwing your drinks and snacks onto the table and slamming a newspaper onto the glass. 

“There’s one! There’s another Kira murder!”

You all scramble forward to get a look at the headline, pushing old take out containers and wrappers out of the way to get a glimpse of the front page. 

CFO OF NATIONAL INDUSTRIAL COMPANY FOUND DEAD AT 52

Mogi blinks once and turns to look around the group in confusion as you re-read it for a third time. He turns to Matsuda with a confused expression. “I’m sorry… how is this a Kira murder again?”

Matsuda blinks at him, enthusiasm turning into slight frustration that no one else was as excited as he was, and whines slightly while pointing at the paper. “Look. It’s a major sudden death– a heart attack, might I add– and it states later in the article that he was potentially unfaithful to his wife and was laundering money.”

Aizawa raises a tired eyebrow at the man and turns back to the tv. “And why would Kira suddenly care about white-collar crime? Not like they’ve got stocks to worry about.”

L glances down at the paper and then turns to you. “Can you run this through the police database?”

You shrug, not seeing a correlation but reopen your laptop regardless and type in the man’s name. The first hits are the ongoing investigations to finalize the CFO’s death, but you purse your lips a bit and decide to expand the search parameters. 

“Let me see something…”

Corporate

Natural causes

Accidents

Age 40+

Japanese

“Oh shit.”

Aizawa swivels his head while the group scrambles to crowd amongst your laptop; Ryuzaki slides into the spot next to you and peers down. 

“If I add these features, there have been a string of deaths going on–”

“–Since Light got locked up!” Matsuda interjects. 

It’s definitely convenient for him, but the demographics of the murders couldn’t be more strange. Sure all of the fallen c-suite executives were more than shady, but they weren’t known criminals aside from skeptics of their ethical business malpractice. 

You let out an exhale and look amongst the group uneasily, not quite sure what to make of everything.

Mogi sits back, with more fire in his eyes than before and begins to prepare a new wave of evidence boxes that the group will need to confiscate to better investigate. “So, we got a new lead?”

Matsuda nods enthusiastically and runs over to the microphone synced to Mr. Yagami’s cell when L grabs his arm and pulls back. “I’m going to ask you to refrain from needlessly sharing information.”

The man sinks back awkwardly. “But I thought… we were going to keep the chief informed on everything…?”

Ryuzaki shakes his head slightly. “We will. But for now, we need to validate these deaths before we go haphazardly making connections that may not exist.”

Aizawa groans and flips through your laptop slightly before standing up and planning out evidence collection timeframes. “Oh come on. This might be a chance at proving Light’s innocence here! We can’t just let this slip us by.”

L narrows his eyes before passively reaching for a pastry and turning his attention back to the cells of the detainees. “We’re not. Please don’t jump to conclusions based on emotional feelings.”

The tension grows uneasy between everyone, and you stand up and collect the fallen snacks and canned drinks that Matsuda had tossed to the ground when he arrived. No one wants Light to be Kira, and everyone wants the chief to come back already– though no one also wants to overlook important details that the group has spent so long trying to collect. 

Aizawa pulls a smoke from the fresh pack and gives Mogi a look of acknowledgement to head over to the NPA to recover some files before rubbing his face with frustration. “We know that. But can’t you just admit, for once, that maybe you’re wrong, L?” He snaps. 

You step towards the man with a tired huff. “We also can’t just assume that Kira would suddenly jump ship to kill corporate workers without a definitive motive. It totally goes against the profile of Kira we’ve been working on– so until then we have to assume it’s still Light.”

Aizawa scoffs. “I thought Light was your friend– but it looks like you’ll just defend your boyfriend over anyone huh?”

“Excuse me?”  

There’s hot anger coursing through your veins enough to make your hands begin to shake as you push forward to confront him. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Mogi goes to pull the man back but Aizawa keeps his glare on you. “Seriously? I don’t know how you can get anything done when every little thing you do has to be approved by him first. Like a damn kiss up.”

“I’m being neutral here. You’re the one being easily swayed by emotions to release Light.”

“Am I? If there’s anyone here who’s impartial it’s you.”

Matsuda bursts forward and pushes you and Aizawa apart. “Stop fighting!!” He whines with his eyes squinted shut. “Please! We get nothing done if we bicker like this.”

Ryuzaki steps forward and tugs Matsuda’s arm down to stand in front of Aizawa with an indiscernible expression. “Everyone part of this group has been vetted and approved based on their skill and abilities– not personal connection. If there’s some sort of implication you’re trying to make, maybe we should speak on it privately?”

You don’t need him to step in and defend you– it honestly makes you feel even worse that he feels the need to validate you when the argument in question is about that very act. With a huff, you push L slightly to the side and glare at Aizawa from over the shoulder of Matsuda. 

“Listen. Let’s just focus on one thing at a time, ok? You guys can go get the evidence boxes for these cases and I’ll keep narrowing down a profile of the recent deaths. I’m not trying to discount Light, but I don’t want to make a mistake this deep into the investigation.”

L looks at you with a mixed expression, like he wanted to keep arguing but also admires the way you do your best to cool off on your own. Mogi elbows Aizawa in the ribs and ushers the man forward. 

“Yea… sorry. Didn’t mean to blow up like that..”

The apology is slightly forced, but the break in the argument gives enough air to let everyone take a deep breath. You nod, accepting what you can get while L maintains a steady stare at the man until they both eventually step out to head over to the NPA. 

Matsuda drops his hands and sighs before slipping on his own jacket and turning to Ryuzaki. “If it’s alright, I’d also like to grab a few things. Can you get me permission from the mortuary to collect the previous medical records?”

L keeps his eyes on the shut door before turning to the man with a neutral expression. “Sure. Given the late hour, there may be a hold up, but I’ll have Watari give you the security clearance to review the files.”

Matsuda lets out an exhale of gratitude and waves off before the door shuts again and it’s just Ryuzaki and you in the room. You keep your gaze forward another moment before scoffing in exasperation and moving to plug your laptop into the corner outlet of the room. Sinking down the wall and sitting next to the cable, you don’t even bother looking up at Ryuzaki who cautiously walks over. 

“You’re upset.”

You roll your eyes and begin typing away, downloading a variety of documents for each case that seems to stick out given the search parameters. Lips pursed, you don’t even bother looking up, too frustrated and angry. “Yea. I am.”

Ryuzaki nods and rocks on his feet once. “Do you want to talk about–”

“–No.”

He pauses and clicks his tongue once; he almost moves to walk back to his spot and to give you some space, but instead he lifts his foot and taps your bent leg given your curled position.  “Don’t mind him, please. I meant what I said– about everyone’s abilities.”

“I know.”

You don’t need to be angry at him, but he’s only the other person in the room and for some reason your mind decides to be curt anyways. Ryuzaki shouldn’t be the target of your frustration, but you’re too tired to stop the way you curl into your laptop further and shield your view of him with the screen.

L remains standing over you for another moment, obviously not used to being the subject of simple, nearly one-word, responses. You’re supposed to be the comforting and yapping one in this relationship; the reversed roles make him uncomfortable. It also makes Ryuzaki realize he detestes to see you like this. 

His hands flex and squeeze the air in awkwardness, but he finds himself unable to be any more comforting and slowly walks back to his chair to absentmindedly pick at the crumbs on a plate. The silence in the air suffocates him; the typing of your fingers, clicking of the clock, and mumbled audio of the three detainees irritates more than ever before. 

How many days, weeks, had it been since the two of you actually had a moment alone?

He misses you.

Your eyes are glued to the screen as each tap of the keyboard is forced, and everytime you have to delete a typo, you press even harder as if it was the computer’s fault. Curled up and leaning against the two corners of the wall, you don’t see the way Ryuzaki pivots in his seat to watch you. 

It lasts a few minutes before he swivels back around to refocus, a variety of news articles, documents, and c-suit background checks being sent to him from both Watari and you. Geez, you’re not even 20 steps away and you don’t even say a word– just message him a variety of police coverage about the ‘murders’ while you both await medical and physical evidence information. 

He knows you’re not mad at him, and you know that he’s not the source of your frustration, but it doesn’t decrease the tension much. Ryuzaki’s one to hole himself up while facing bouts of frustration and depression, but seeing you isolate yourself makes him realize just how lonely that mental stare really is. 

Neither of you speak for several hours, even when he paces the room, not when you stand up to stretch and use the restroom, and not even when a storm builds from outside and thunder roars above you. Matsuda and the others have been gone for several hours when there’s a ring on the coffee table from L’s spare phone.

You pause, mid standing-stretch behind the couch, and peer down at the phone while Ryuzaki picks it up and places it on speaker. 

“Hey! There’s a hold up at the evidence collection– some fucking pencil pushers got these records sealed.” Mogi’s voice rings out. 

You raise an eyebrow and lean over the couch to the receiver. “Wait what? Who gets records sealed for a heart attack?”

Mogi sighs on the other end and Aizawa can be heard walking towards the phone. “Not just the most recent one either– every recent big accidental death or cardiac arrest case is closed.” There’s a pause for a moment. “Do you think you can get us an extended list of all the deaths you think are connected, y/n? Maybe there’s a pattern to what’s sealed and what’s not…We– I’d really appreciate it.”

You swallow once and Ryuzaki looks up at you with large eyes. “Sure… I can send you what I have– though not all of them look like Kira motives… but you guys can deduce what you think based on their COD.”

Aizawa sighs in gratitude while you walk back to your computer to send a zip file of documents over; Ryuzaki sits upright and takes the phone. “I can get you a court order to unseal them, but it’ll take several hours given this time of night… I don’t imagine many other law enforcement officers are awake at 2:15 am.”

“We’ll take what you can get us– the sooner we can get our hands on this, the closer we are to finding Kira.” Mogi responds from the other end. “Aizawa and I will stay here till morning if we need to.”

A little bit of guilt pools in your gut, you should be working hard to clear your friend’s name too… so why are you sitting around throwing a pity party for yourself? It’s war with your own emotions, and your first solution is to bring your laptop back to the table and crack open another energy drink. 

Ryuzaki gives his goodbyes and switches the line to ring Matsuda while you send over the files and down half the beverage in one go. It rings a few times until a sleepy ‘hello?’ can be heard from the other end. 

“Matsuda, how are things at the mortuary? Mogi and Aizawa said their evidence files are all sealed.”

There’s a brief yawn and the sound of various voices in the background until he responds. “Yea, same thing over here for the most part. I can’t even get their previous blood work reports to see if any would be at risk of a heart attack– let alone the autopsy files.”

You shoot L an uneasy glance and sit closer to listen in. 

“Was the permission Watari gave you not enough? There’s more clearance needed?” Ryuzaki murmurs, tapping on his own computer.

Matsuda hums a bit and shuffles the microphone slightly. “Ehhh that’s not it. More like, it seems that the family or businesses heavily locked down these reports to avoid unwanted media leaks. So I technically have the clearance, there’s just an absurd amount of paperwork needed to access them.”

Ryuzaki narrows his eyes and turns his attention back to the screens in front him; his gaze lingers on Light before he lifts the receiver back up. “Alright, Mogi and Aizawa are delayed as well. It may take a few hours, if you’re able to wait there.”

There’s another yawn and then the sound of a woman’s voice offering him a clipboard before he answers. “Yea that’s fine. I’ve got more than enough paperwork to keep me occupied until then.”

You let out a low whistle and L solidifies Matsuda’s decision before he ends the call and the sound of rain picks up from outside. If there ever was a symbol for a bad omen, this was certainly feeling like it. 

“Our luck worsens, huh?” you murmur, staring at Misa and Light before swinging around the couch and resuming your position next him, laptop open once more. 

“It’s certainly convenient timing. Though we need to be absolutely certain about this– as in, maybe even waiting several weeks until I can be sure about any sort of innocence…or ‘mind control’.”

You let out another whistle and tap away on your laptop, reaching forward for your beverage with a tired look. “The group is gonna get anxious– even more so than now.”

“That’s to be expected, considering the….incident earlier.”

You suck in a breath and shoot him a sideway glance of ‘don’t push it’ before turning back to your computer. He doesn't adhere to your silent warning. 

“If you want to talk about it–”

“I don’t. Ok?... it’s something you wouldn’t understand anyways… greatest detective and all” you end sarcastically. 

Ok, it’s a little bit of a bitchy remark, but he doesn’t flinch back or counter the argument; L swallows and lightly nods his head. “You’re right… I wouldn’t.”

You sit in silence, partially feeling sorry for him and yourself given the situation. You’re beyond tired, in need of a good meal, and a long shower, so your temper and emotions are all in the fray. 

The clock ticks away in the background and rain steadily falls against the panes of the hotel windows while you take another long sip of your energy drink. 

“You should get some sleep.”

Ryuzaki speaks without looking over at you, and you clench your jaw while continuing to stare at the screen in front of you. You don’t look over at him either; running a hand through your hair and continuing to narrow the parameters of your search. ‘Age 63, COD suicide– the man had been having a string of affairs and recently caught by his wife and children; no sort of any crime outside of adultery.’ Not in the motive of Kira; you continue flipping through the results. 

“Yea, you too.” you mumble. 

Ryuzaki taps his finger on the remote of the televisions and lets out a slow sigh. “You’re being stubborn, you know.”

“Ok? I’m just trying to get work done.”

He lowers the volume and the petty sound of your fingers slamming the keys of your laptop fills the silence awkwardly. You glance over slightly before leaning further onto the armrest and away from him.

“You need to rest though..”

You tap extra hard. “Sorry I can’t be as efficient as ‘the world’s best detective’ with 2 hours of sleep. So pardon my mediocre mental limitations.”

He huffs at your childish behavior and stands up to walk over to your position and gently shuts the laptop on your hands. You don’t even get a chance to squawk at him as L keeps the pressure on the lid firmly shut. “I never questioned your abilities. I’m concerned for your health.”

You swallow and look to the distant clock on the wall; the time of 3:09 am makes you sink further into your spot sheepishly. He’s being considerate, but the defensiveness from your argument with Aizawa makes your skin tingle still.

Rolling your eyes slightly to shrug off his concern, you try to pry the lid back open. “Yea ok. Feels like everyone is more concerned about you sleeping with me, than actually getting ‘rest’.”

It’s a petty and sarcastic jab, but Ryuzaki’s expression falls and he keeps his hand firmly on the computer to keep it shut. He takes a half-kneeling position on the couch cushion next to you and leans in. 

“Why don’t you believe me when I say these things?” He narrows his eyes and looks into the corner of the room with a focused expression. “You believe and trust me when I give you my theories and deductions on Kira… so why are you questioning what I say now?”

You swallow and tuck your chin into your chest at being blatantly called out; a slight heat on your cheeks, you shrug. “It’s just, more complicated than that… idiot.”

He perks up at your lighter tone and gently smiles. “Ah, so I'm the ‘world’s best detective’ and also an idiot? You must have quite the mental image of me.”

“Yea, something like that” You lightly tease him, letting Ryuzaki guide your laptop from your hands and place it onto the coffee table. 

You both look at each other as L sits on the couch in a watered-down version of his usual perched position; knees in his chest, but feet partially angled down the couch rather than hanging on the side. He looks from eye to eye and down to your lips before taking your now free hand and messing with the flesh once again. 

“Go to bed, please. If you won’t do it for yourself, at least do it to give me some peace of mind that you won’t collapse from cardiac arrest from to caffeine overconsumption.”

You roll your eyes slightly but sigh in defeat and nod while looking back at the clock. “Yea, I will. But you should sleep with me too.”

It wasn’t supposed to be inherently flirtatious– more of a reminder that he also needs to take breaks every once in a while, but the way his eyes widen and your mouth opens and closes trying to re-clarify already shows the double meaning underneath. 

The grip on his hand tightens and you rapidly blink at the innuendo. “I mean.. Uh– what I meant was…”

The words trail off and as soon as your voice dies in your throat, his lips are on yours. Ryuzaki’s knees tip over in the action to kiss you, falling into your lap and his hands leave yours and tug your jaw into him. It’s forceful and impatient, as if you had been putting him through agony by not being next to him for a few hours. 

Rocking his head to a steady rhythm with yours, your hands drop to tug his shoulders in and closer to your body. Tongue pushing its way into your mouth and letting saliva pool at the crease of your lips, you rock your position to sit with your back against the armrest and splay your legs for him to lie between. 

Ryuzaki pivots his chest to be aligned with yours and lets one knee rest between your thighs while the other straddles your leg and partially kneels off the edge of the couch. 

It feels so hot. The lack of oxygen and the overwhelming desire for more makes you arch your back into the kiss and twitch your hips up against his pelvis where a semi was already forming. One hand cradles your jaw to keep your lips on his while the other slides down your neck in between the collar of your blouse and possessively rubs on the side of your throat. 

One last rut of his tongue against yours, L pulls back slightly to peck the under portion of your jaw and nip at the exposed pieces of skin where your previous hickies had mostly faded away by now. His canines take chunks of flesh and suck hard mean bruises against your skin until his chin is rubbing the fabric of your blouse. 

Sighing at the pleasure pooling between your legs and the sensation of his lips on your neck, you lightly push his head back and stare up at him. Dark, dilated, eyes pour into yours as the tv glow illuminates sections of his hair that shadow his face. 

You have one hand on his cheek to push him back slightly, though neither of you say a word; L takes his hand off your jaw and holds your wrist to his lips to kiss along the spot where you typically apply your perfume.

Slipping it from his lips and smiling at his small huff, you bring your hands down to slowly undo the buttons of your work blouse. Ryuzaki is as motionless as a marble statue, intensely watching each release of the fabric until you shimmy it off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. A light blue bra holds your tits upright, and each breath pushes them in and out of the cups slightly. 

He shamelessly stares down at them, taking note of how one was seemingly a little larger than the other, and swallowing thickly before peering back up. It’s a silent ask of permission and when you nod once, his head immediately ducks down to suck the swell of your right breast. 

Any flesh exposed is up for grabs, and his mouth is determined to taste each piece of surface area while his hand begins tentatively squeezing the other. Head back at the sensation, you whimper as he tests the plushness and malleability of each tit. Tongue pushing against the skin, feeling the way it softly dips with varying levels of force, he switches breasts to see if it mirrors the other. 

Panties sticking to your cunt in desperate need, the erection in L’s jeans pathetically rubs against the clothed mound of your pussy for any sort of friction. Saliva dripping down the valley of your breasts and saturating the covered underwire of your bra, Ryuzaki pulls back to snap the band slightly against your ribs. 

“...May I?”

“Yea… you can.”

Pressing his lips back up to yours, he snakes a hand around to feel the metal clasps of the garment for a few moments. Fingers tracing the small shape of the hook and tugging on the elastic pull in a quick test, he pinches the material and releases the lock with one hand.

The straps fall from your shoulders and you let the bra fall to the side of the couch with an eyebrow raised at the man.

“You’re… surprisingly quick at that.”

Ryuzaki shrugs, his attention more focused on the way how each hand squeezes a breast and pinches your nipples. “Hm? Oh– well it was in the way…”

It’s not an explanation, but when his lips latch onto a nipple and suck, you don’t really care for one. Teeth lightly pinching the sensitive flesh to see which amount of pressure elicits the sound he likes the most from your lips, he switches between the two as if he can’t make up his mind which one he likes more. 

One breast is slightly larger, there’s more recoil and softness to it when he squeezes and bites at it; the one that’s slightly smaller makes him think he could probably pop the whole thing in his mouth if he just stretched his jaw a little wider, right? Maybe in time. 

Head clouded with pleasure, you tug him further into your chest and swing a leg around his ass to push his groin into you with more force. 

“Ahh!-- ngh..”

He groans into your chest with a shiver as his erection throbs against his jeans and pathetically grinds into you. Leg hooked around him, you guide the motion of thrusts and let him dry hump you while keeping his face buried in his chest. 

It feels damn good too. While you would love nothing more than to have him sink his cock inside, letting him get the motion down seems like a good starting point. 

Teeth pinching and sucking on your breasts with enough saliva that the white of his shirt is becoming transparent from the saturation seeping onto it, he mimics the thrust of his hips against you. 

“fuck…Ryuza–”

“ –L…. Just L, please.”

You pause and gnaw on your lip to partially suppress a moan when a particular swing of his pelvis grinds into your clothed clit with enough pressure. His motions are erratic and he’s borderline shaking with each jerk and twitch. 

“Oh, f-fuck.. L–”

“Agh–! I.. i’m–”

Head raised slightly above your breasts, L’s hips twitch uncontrollably against you as he nearly sobs a deep and guttural groan. A shaky breath escaping his lips and eyes nearly hooding over entirely, he drops his head down and pants.

You tug at the strands of his hair and lightly pet at the nape of his neck when a warm and wet sensation pools on your lower navel. Scooting up on the couch slightly, you gently guide him upright and freeze at the dark saturated patch of cum in his jeans and a few smears of semen that stick to where he had just rubbed against you. 

You pause. There’s a first time for everything– and a guy creaming in his pants from just humping and sucking your tits is certainly an ego boost. 

L sucks in a few shaky breaths before tugging his leg back onto the couch and rocking back to sit on his heels; his eyes dilated pure black as he slowly looks down to the mess of his pants. 

“I…”

You sit up and take his hand, grounding him with a few soft squeezes before pushing a mess of hair away from his eyes. “Are you ok?”

He swallows once and leans back down to the curve of your neck with steady breath once more. “Yes…I think so. But… it might stain.”

Glancing down, you can see the sticky residue of the cum that seeped from his denim smearing on the fly of your slacks. Black fabric absorbing the white opaque semen, you gasp when his teeth sink into your neck and his hands trace down to tug on the belt loops of your pants. 

“Should probably take them off…”

You sigh as his tongue rubs over the bruised flesh of your neck and groan with a nod of your head; deft fingers immediately work to pop the button and release the fly. You nudge his head back up to meet your lips with a soft kiss; smiling with glazed eyes and tugging the fabric of his shirt up and over his head. The hickies nearly faded by now, you trace the visible veins on his pale flesh before he pulls on the band of your slacks and motions for you to help him. 

When you lift your hips up to let him tug the materials down your legs and kick them off your ankles, he pauses and sits up before standing. 

“Wait, not here– or rather, not on here.”

You take his hand and let him guide you towards the back bedroom; the same act he had done every night for months, though now much more real. 

Clothes still on the floor, his cum on your stomach, and walking in solely your panties, L guides you into the bedroom and hastily shuts the door; pressing you back towards the bed with his lips eagerly attaching to yours.

The plush mattress dips beneath you, as the two of you clumsily climb up onto it. It starts as another seated makeout session until he’s snapping the elastic of your panties against the bone of your hip a few times. 

“Maybe… these can come off?” He looks at you as if the suggestion was more of an order. 

You peck his lips once more and shimmy to the side of the bed to kick your soaked garment to the ground; when you turn back around, L is laying flat against the mattress. 

You pause and crawl up to him, not quite understanding the sudden position until he stretches out a hand and tugs on the flesh of your thigh. Letting your leg be guided up until his shoulder, you freeze and peer down at him in shock. 

“Wait…what?”

It's a freaky position– especially for his first time doing this.

“Here.” He casually removes his hands and brings his index finger to point at mouth with a look of expectation. “You’re supposed to sit here.”

… 

You swallow and look back down at him in pure shock, though you let yourself be guided to hover just above his face and tentatively grab the headboard. Looking up at you, L juts his chin out, but the distance is still too great to get any taste; he shoots you an impatient look.

“Why are you not coming down here?”

“Well… what if I like–” you shrug in slight mortification. “I don’t know, like crush you or something? I’m not sure if I can really explain that to the rest of the group…”

Two hands snake up to the plush of your hips and pinch the flesh between his fingertips. “I’ve researched this– and I hypothesize I would prefer to die here than from Kira.” He tugs you down slightly. “So please, allow me to test this theory.”

With a final tug, you lower down onto his lips and suck in a breath when his tongue lays flat to lick a long stripe up your cunt. He opens his mouth wide to protrude his entire muscle and you arch your back at the sensation. 

It’s entirely lewd. 

Without a doubt, it’s his first time eating a woman out, but the act itself is what’s making you stutter. It wasn’t like he was trying to get you to cum quickly– it was like he was genuinely trying to taste you. 

Hands keeping your hips down, he groans into your pussy and runs his tongue along your folds a few more times before slipping inside and grinding his nose into your clit. Your own hands squeeze the headboard until your knuckles are white, as he kisses into your cunt in the same fashion he does your mouth.

Teeth occasionally nipping at an outer lip, tongue squirming around inside, and lots of saliva and arousal dripping down his chin– your hips stutter against his face and moans fall from your mouth. He flicks the muscle around inside a moment more before tilting his head to the side with a deep inhale for oxygen.

“Sorry, am I–”

“ –keep your hips slightly up.” he interrupts. 

You look down at him; large dark eyes already boring into your own. Obeying his command, you raise up slightly from your position and ramble about he didn’t need to be doing ‘this’ if he was uncomfortable.

“... and if you would rather–”

“Ah! Perfect.”

Before you can continue your spiel, a long slender finger slips through the first ring of muscle of your pussy and curls slightly from inside. 

“Oh— fuck!”

Cautiously watching your reaction, L keeps his eyes on you before darting back down to the way his index finger disappears inside you with a ‘squelch!’

He leans up to suck on your clit and rut his tongue against it before peeling back to watch his hand and your facial emotions once again. Slipping in a second finger, he keeps his eyes on the way your body twitches in pleasure. 

“I needed room for my wrist.” He neutrally explains before leaning up against to lick his fingers as they slide in and out of your cunt, letting his tongue continue tasting each drop of your arousal. 

You wire your eyes shut and clench around his hand, mind going numb when his fingerpads graze that one spot from within you. 

“Ngh– s-shit!”

L stops for a moment, glances up at you, and then wiggles his fingers inside you– grinding against your g-spot. In a testing motion, he curls the tip of his index and middle in a ‘come here’ motion; you nearly crack the headboard at the feeling. 

“Ah, so it’s here… interesting….” He murmurs before attaching his lips to the swollen bulb of your clit once more.

Grinding down onto his hand a bit more, you can feel your slick dripping down his fingers with every erotic squelch that escapes. Your mind feels like complete mush as you can feel that elastic band in your core getting tighter and tighter as he keeps his tempo at an even pace. 

Biting your lip and pushing down a liiiittle more in chase of your high, a whine escapes your lips when he suddenly slips his fingers out and gently guides your hips to the side of his face. 

Panting in confusion, but letting yourself be swayed to the side when he partially sits upright with a satisfied look on his face. 

“I knew I’d be able to find it– or well both in all honesty. Now, judging based on the sound, I’d also say you’re now properly aroused as well. It’s good to ensure enough lubrication before going further.”

He takes a finger to his lips and sucks the residual fluid off it while you attempt to calm your breathing and give him an incredulous look. “B-But… I was so close…”

L pauses, finger still in his mouth when he realizes that there was another motive to having you ride his face aside from his personal mission to prove he could locate the clit and g-spot. To be fair, he figured it would get you turned on enough to be prepared for more, to hear that he was about to make you cum washes him with a mixture of pride and embarrassment of stopping short.

“O-oh!” he scrambles up slightly and flicks his fingers a few times in anxious energy. “Right– of course! We can… we can continue– I’ll just lay back down and you can–”

“No.”

He freezes and looks at you with eyes wide that you can see the white all the way around the irises. 

You lean over to him with impatience. “No, I need you inside me– now.”

Jaw slack at the command, he blinks a few times before absolutely scrambling to shimmy off his jeans. He throws himself to the edge of the bed and tries to shove his pants off with haste, until he realizes the button wasn’t undone and nearly rips it from the fabric to release. 

Kicking the denim to the ground along with his boxers, L spins back around, partially tripping on the comforter to climb back up towards you. 

“R-right so…” he traces the knuckles of your hands in anticipation. 

Admiring the scene in front of you, a smile adorns your face before your expression drops and you look around the room. “Shit, wait. Do you have a condom…?”

It’s by far a longshot, and L genuinely thinks about it for a moment before opening his mouth and sheepishly shutting it again with a distracted look. 

“What?” you question with an eyebrow raise.

“...you wouldn’t like my answer.”

You pause and give him a tilted look before noticing the painful pulse of his cock that stands at full attention. “Well, unless you'd rather go back to work…”

“You wouldn’t…” he purses his lips and looks in the corner of the room with a quiet tone. “...get pregnant….”

…

He senses your pause and brings his hand from your knuckles to your navel. “...you’re in the luteal phase right now…”

Shutting your eyes and placing the ‘I thought we already had the chat about tracking my period cycle’ into a list of tasks you can take on after a full night’s sleep, you exhale and shrug. 

“Right. In that case then–” you tug him back into you and place a messy kiss to his lips before guiding him to sit against the headboard. 

Crawling up his lap and taking his face in your hands, you look from eye to eye in a moment of seriousness. “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to do anything you know?”

L lets himself be held in your palms and tilts his face to place a soft peck to your wrist. “If it’s with you, I’d like to continue…”

Wetting your lips and leaning in for a soft and slow kiss, L sucks in a shallow breath when you line his tip up with your entrance. Pre-cum profusely pearling and dripping from his slit, you drag his cock up and down your folds to lubricate a bit more before sinking down an inch. 

And you were the one who was just edged a few minutes ago, but he’s the one with his head immediately thrown back into the pillows. 

Black hair fluffed around him, L’s jaw falls slack as you slowly lower down.

The stretch is a burn you haven’t felt in a while, and the sensation of feeling so full makes your toes curl into the comforter below you both. Giving a few shallow bounces to test the feeling, you lower your hips down the rest of the way and bottom out while L rolls his head beneath you. 

If he was mind numb with pleasure when you sucked him off the other week, he was completely unable to process a single coherent thought now. Or in your terms, completely pussydrunk. 

Bouncing your knees against the mattress to a steady and slow rhythm, the sound of your ass hitting his lap fills the rooms with a ‘smack! Smack! Smack!’.

Smiling at his disheveled appearance, you peer down to watch the way he sinks inside when you finally notice little red bumps that adorn sections of his base. Hair thinner and shorter than a few weeks ago, the tufts of pubes that aren’t matted with sweat and cum have recently been shaved down.

A gentle smile on your lips, you rock forward and let the swollen tip of his cock grind against your g-spot with intensified desire. Knees slightly aching and hips getting tired, you keep up the pace with fervor to orgasm while L withers beneath you with eyes wired shut.

“Are you ok… L–”

“Shh… agh–” He grimaces and groans when you clench around him with a particularly intense bounce. “If-If you talk… I’ll cum.. aghh–”

Beneath his sealed eyes, L is desperately trying to think of anything else at this moment. But he can’t.

Each time he tries to drag his mind back to the investigation, he’s haunted with visions of you sitting beside him, and working so hard without any idea of the physical and mental torture you put the poor man through. 

Hands gripping the comforter beneath him for a moment, he flexes his thighs beneath you and absentmindedly shuffles you further onto his cock. 

The angle is just a bit deeper to kiss your cervix and grind against the rough patch within your cunt that you hunch forward and grind your hips in frantic search of an orgasm. Room thick with the smell of sex, beads of sweat drip from your skin at the exercise and the window could nearly fog over given the change in temperature. 

Grinding in a back-and-forth motion, the mattress creaks beneath you as you rub your clit against his pelvis with a heightened tempo. “F-fuck– L… gonna cum”

The cable in your abdomen is so tightly wound that you barely notice the way the man beneath is fighting for his life at the sensation washing over him. A particular flex of his thigh beneath you and quickened bounce surges pleasure over you as the previously denied orgasm rips through you. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” you ramble while grinding down onto the man; a cream ring forming around his base as you use his cock to fuck you through your high. 

Hands leaving their clutched position of the comforter to your hips, you can nearly hear him whisper ‘finally’ before he’s positioning his pelvis up and into you at an erratic pace. Eyes peeling open slightly to take in the way your tits bounce with each motion, L bites his lip and groans as he slips the tip of his cock in and out while cumming. 

Hot shoots of semen leak from his tip and pour up into your cunt as the sensation of feeling even fuller makes you shiver and clench around him even more. 

“C-cumming… i’m cumming–” he manages to communicate before deflating onto the mattress as if he had just collapsed of heart failure himself. 

Hot pants escaping both of your lips, you take in the raw and warm moment of being connected before slipping off him with a wincing at the empty feeling. You fall onto the mattress next to him in exhaustion and pleasure. Despite his fucked-out state, L’s eyes drop to the mixture of your cum pooling out of your pussy with an unreadable expression. 

“That was… nice.”

You lean your head back to let out a single ‘ha’ at the simple phrasing before turning to him with an amused expression. “Yep. very nice.”

He senses the teasing tone in your voice and returns the gentle smile before scooting closer to you on the bed. Hand once again wrapping around your own, Ryuzaki tilts his head to plant a few soft kisses to your lips. 

“I can have medication arranged if you’re worried about… the…” his words trail off. Asking you to ride his face was fine, but implying that the creampie he just gave you might still have some risk was too much– even for him.

“Yea… that’s probably a good idea.” You run your hand down his chest, enjoying the thrum of his heart in his chest before sitting up and shimmying to the edge of the bed. 

“You don’t want to rest?” He asks, sitting right up after you. 

“Huh? Of course I do, I just want to shower first.” 

L calms down slightly and nods; his own pelvis a mixture of cum and sweat that would need to be rinsed off before doing anything else. 

Walking over to the ensuite, you flick on the lights and take in the large shower within the suite. “Do you have any spare towels I can use?” your voice echoes in the tiled room. 

Ryuzaki scoots off the bed and pads over to the bathroom to flip through a few baskets and tugging out a variety of spare linens. Before he can dig further, there’s a ping at his desk from Watari. 

Looking over to the pager with a frustrated look, L shoots you a pout. “I have to take that… but I’ll bring you fresh clothes as well. Yours got dirty after all.”

You turn the hot water on and test the temperature before pinching his bicep. “Yea, and I wonder who’s fault that was.”

“If you’d like criminal investigation services, I’m sure I can get to the bottom of that mystery.”

You laugh and hang a towel over the shower door for easy access and watch the way he doesn’t want to move from his spot next to you despite the shrill of the pager in the connected room. 

“Is it ok if I sleep here for a bit after?”

Ryuzaki watches the water and nods. “Of course. I’ll use the shower after you then.”

You smile at the man and place a chaste peck to his lips before slipping through the glass door and sighing at the hot water relaxing your skin and tired muscles; pager ringing once more, L shuffles out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. 

Slipping on his soiled boxers and jeans with a grimace, he leans over to pocket your discarded panties and takes the pager from the desk and balances it between his ear and shoulder. 

“Yes, Watari?”

There’s a muffled voice on the other end as L slips back into the main suite room and picks up the evidence of your evening before tossing it into a hamper within his bedroom. 

“There’s been no break in Misa’s behavior still. I’m calling to let you know I will be resting for a few hours, but will remain on call if you need it.”

Ryuzaki purses his lips at the announcement and peers out at the living tv at the screen of Light passively sleeping in his cell. Pulling his dresser drawers open, he tugs out an old gray t-shirt and set flannel sleep pants he hasn’t even worn in several years. 

“Alright, and her reactions for a lawyer or court representation?” He mumbles into the receiver before gently knocking on the bathroom door and placing the stack of clothes on the sink counter. 

“No change. Each referral to her rights gets nowhere– even the previous attempt at self harm has completely stopped.”

L takes the hangnail of his thumb between his teeth and pads out of the bedroom back over to the television screen of camera positions while the water shuts off in the background. The image of a certain peaceful and incapacitated man catching his attention for a few moments.

“She still calls out for Light though. Interesting that even with a complete memory wipe, he’s still present.”

Watari sighs slightly on the other end and offers additional updates in the morning– 7am just 3 hours away. With a quiet ‘goodnight’, he shuts the device and heads back into the bedroom where you stand, fully dressed in his clothing, while toweling off your damp hair. 

“Ah, shower’s all yours.”

Ryuzaki stands motionless for another moment, not completely out of character, but completely out of his element another time this evening. The image of you so domestically wearing his old pajamas and tossing the towel over the bathroom door to dry before peeling back his sheets makes his mouth dry and his heart rate quicken. 

Rain steadily hitting against the panes and silence except for the clock on the wall, in another life he wonders if this is what he would see each evening when he would retire for bed. You curled up in a warm spot, leaving space for him beside you. Maybe you’d read together in the evening, or on a particularly tired night, you’d scratch through his hair and tell him all the little details about your day. It's a vision he’s never seen before, and one he’s not sure will ever leave his mind again.

 Despite being right in front of him, the scene feels out of reach and he nods while heading for the bathroom. 

“Right, thank you.”

No amount of hot water and steam can fully shake the foreign feeling in his bones and the rinse ends after 15 minutes of earnest deliberation. By the time he’s dressed in a baggy white-tee and oversized sweatpants, there’s soft snores coming from your side of the bed. 

…

Your side of the bed?

L swallows slightly and cautiously walks over to the mattress, unsure of what to do. 

When you’re clawing at each other to get your clothes off, he finds his mind being melted into a puddle of desire at the feeling of your touch. It’s easy to get swept up in the motions– or at least easier than having to face the tight feeling in his chest that happens in those moments in between. 

He had missed out on more pleasures in life that he had ever expected, and after experiencing some of them once, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he craves it again. The light rise in your chest with each deep breath and soft snore makes him need you in more ways than one.

Pulling back the thick blankets and slipping into the spot beside you, the feeling of sleeping in an actual bed creates a foreign feeling. Any other time he required sleep, it would be short and proactive naps that usually took place in a chair or simply on top of the comforter. When you roll over in your sleep to face him, a new definition for ‘heading to bed’ is created.

Hair slightly in your face and lips parted to let out a small pool of drool and snores, Ryuzaki doesn’t care if he needs the sleep or not– he doesn’t want to leave this bed. 

Tugging the comforter back up and onto his body, he clenches his hand a few times before cautiously scooting forward and resting his head on the edge of his pillow and inches away from yours. 

Your skin is still warm from the shower and your body is curled towards him with your legs automatically beginning to vine and snake around his own on instinct. Ryzaki doesn’t say anything, he just mentally traces every detail of your relaxed expression and lets himself become tangled with you. 

Arm reaching around your waist and tugging you closer into him, he pauses to lower his head to your chest, not moving from its spot until the soft ‘ba-dum!’ of your heartbeat causes a long exhale to escape his nose. Swallowing the thick anxious emotion that had been rooted in his throat, he lifts you up and into the curve of his neck and lets your bodies merge under the covers. 

There’s no ping from Matsuda at the mortuary, and there’s no call from Aizawa and Mogi at the evidence lockers. There’s only the steady tick of the analog clock on the wall, the patter of rain hitting the windows outside, and the soft snores escaping your lips.  Scooting further into your body and gently closing his eyes, L falls asleep beside you. And for the first time in a while, he dreams.

a/n

OMG IM SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG

-> i had 7 finals total and got like 0 sleep the past week BUT I CAME BACK

[i won't abandon this series i promise! i just have a really bad sleep schedule!!]

anyways~~

i really hope you guys liked this chapter -> i will have future chapters with smut too, but i needed to pace this one out for ur first time w/ L

ALSO: i have decided to break the canon and keep him ALIVE. [ive already drafted how i want to do that heheh]

next chapter starts w/ Light's memory loss and gets into the issue of him and L being handcuffed sooo.... stay tuned

ILY POOKIES, U GUYS LITERALLY MAKE MY DAY WITH ALL THE COMMENTS AND MESSAGES ABOUT THIS SERIES!!! <333

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Nanami Kento

“And one more-” 

He traces the skin of your calf until his fingers hover right above the bone of your ankle.

 “… ah- here.” 

Warm and calloused hands wrap the smooth threads of the rope around the underside of your left ankle and carefully bind it up to the knots on your thigh. The red shibari bright against your skin while Kento peers down at the picture book, his knee holding the page open while both of his hands are pre-occupied.

Squirming slightly with limited patience, Kento looks up from his knot and pinches the flesh of your foot.

“Hey there… what’s with this behavior suddenly?” he gently scolds (more so teases).

You purse your lips at the man and huff slightly while throwing your head slightly more on the plush pillow. “Mmmm, how much longer Ken?”

He smiles at you and places a kiss on the flesh of your foot before turning back to the threads in his hand. “Depends how long you decide to keep squirming dear. I’m just following the book you gave me.”

Okay yes, it was your idea. But in your defense, it makes total sense. The man loves to read. He also loves to fuck you. So it wasn’t a long deliberation in the adult section of the book store to buy the “How To” demonstration on Shibari ropes.

But now it’s been 25 minutes of both of you stripped down to nothing except the bright red ribbons that decorate your restrained limbs. Welll… you’re decorated with red string while his bright red tip weeps loooong strands of pre cum onto the silk sheets below—  a stain and issue to worry about in the morning.

It takes another excruciating 4 minutes until the rest of you is completely tied up and held still by the soft threads and only seconds before the man is comfortably positioned between your legs. Kento doesn't even look up from your pussy when the book topples to the floor with a thud. He certainly doesn’t look up when the first orgasm leaves your legs twitching against the confines.

No, the man peacefully slips his fingers in and out while his lips suck on your swollen clit and a mixture of saliva and cum pools from your pussy and joins the stains of his own leaking pre on the sheets.

It takes another 30 minutes until he finally stretches you open wider with his own cock. And hours until he unties you.

Gift: How to: Beginner’s Guide to Shibari in the Bedroom

Toji Fushiguro

It was supposed to be a joke. An XL box of condoms you picked up from the pharmacy as a gag gift for Toji and his own lack of child support. What you didn’t expect was for him to take it as a challenge: to finish the entire box in one night and then you’d have to take it raw again. (tbh you’d take it raw anyways but that’s unrelated)

So now here you are, 17 rubbers into a box of 24 with at least one chair broken and sheets covered in a mixture of sweat and cum.

“F-Fuck… boutta make me fill up another-” Toji grumbles behind you, hands so tight on your hips that your GP will ask about the bruises.

Your response is muffled by the pillow as the weight of the man pushes you deeper into the plush.

Truth be told, you haven’t had sex 17 times today; at least 5 of the condoms ‘accidentally tore’ when Toji was either ripping off the foil or sliding it down his shaft. And at least 2 rounds were ‘double layered’. Not that it mattered, you both had the stamina to make your neighbors regret their renting decisions.

 Bed frame smacking against the wall with every thrust, the pillow you cushioned between the wooden bars and your neighbor dropped to the floor at least 3 rounds ago.Toji grunts loud by your ear, dripping sweat and a string of profanities while his canines nip at your flesh.

Toes curling and mind going fuzzy, his hips snaps into you a few more times before the rhythm slows and he gives you a quick warning tap before slowly pulling out. Hot cum pooled at the tip of the condom, he pulls the material from his sore cock with a wince before taking a swig from your water bottle on the night stand.

There’s a moment of silence when he passes you the metal tumbler until he shuffles off the bed for a moment and makes his way to the flimsy cardboard box on the floor.

“Got a few more in ‘ya?’’

Gift: Condoms. Lubricated and ribbed.

Choso Kamo

No winter storm is loud enough to drown out all of the sounds leaking from Choso’s bedroom, but that doesn’t stop you from praying the rest of his family doesn’t wake up.

What was supposed to be a nice trip to see the Itadori’s over the new year left you and Choso stranded in the house while one of the worst snowstorms to date roars outside. How many inches were piled up outside while his 8.3 inches were piled up inside you?

The wind roars outside while you lay sleepily on your back and Choso lays beneath your legs eating the mixture of his and your cum from your swollen pussy. You both almost went to bed like it was nothing. Almost.

So many days of keeping each other at an arms length while you played every board game under the sun with his family finally reached a tipping point. The rest of his family was barely in their own rooms before you and Choso were practically clawing each other back into his room. 

“You okay?” he says slurred, saliva dripping from his lips.

Mouth open with mindless whimpers escaping your lips, the man takes his time to spit and suck and stir up your insides while you both lay wrapped beneath the covers. How many hours has it been? 3?

You murmur the mix between a moan and hum of approval and tug his hair slightly to reposition his mouth on your clit. He greedily rubs his tongue against it. It’s too cold to leave the bed, but your bodies are burning up in the tent of the duvet.

Wind roaring, snow hitting the panes, and gushes of his fingers knuckle deep make up the sounds of the room. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and drinking you dry like an unhuman creature, Choso finally pulls the duvet down just enough for you both to breathe a bit of air.

You tug at the now sweaty and wet chunks of dark hair and push it from his forehead. 

The howling outside doesn’t let up and the forecast is calling for another 6 inches of snow overnight but hey, same time tomorrow?

Gift: A new weighted blanket

Geto Suguru

Having raw sex in the safety and comfort of his bedsheets while the rest of the world sleeps is one of Suguru’s favorite ways to take you. Truth be told the man would drop his trousers if you even breathed the hint of making love, but this was his preferred setting.

There’s no wrapping of any kind when it comes to the man leaning over your back and pressing his chest to the flesh of it. Long evenings of nightmares and stress make the feeling of your skin against his own heaven, and there is nowhere else he'd rather be.

A doggy position to most isn’t the most romantic, but it gives Suguru a feeling of control while simultaneously being able to hug your body into his from above. Instead of leaning back and controlling your hips, he folds over to hover your body; he uses one hand to position himself up and the other to palm at your breasts and squeeze the nipples extra hard when you squeak.

It’s hot, and erotic, and his hips don’t let his cock slide too far out before he ruts them back inside; side to side and up and down to press against every little spot rather than focusing on speed.

The cold wind outside is drowned out by the soft whispers and moans you make to one another. Hot humid air that smells of sex twist with the rolling plumes of woodsy incense that illuminate a dark glow as they burn down.

“Love you– haaa you know that?” He murmurs into your ear before bitting down on the flesh of your shoulder.

“Of cour– aaa se”

You bounce forward with his hips and nearly dip from assisting his weight while his balls smack against your body with a shallow plap!

It’ll be at least another hour until you both are satisfied and dehydrated enough to stop, but while he has you like this, completely unwrapped and vulnerable, Suguru’s entire attention and being is focused entirely on you.

Gift: New incense holder

Gojo Satoru

It’s been a few weeks since the holidays passed but that didn’t encourage you or Satoru to put away the decorations at a reasonable time. Nope. Instead, the boxes of lights, streamers, and wrapping paper stayed out loooong past December. It’s also what led to the situation before your eyes.

Instead of just recycling or putting away the last few rolls of paper, Satoru attempted to ‘wrap himself up’ as a cheeky way of presenting you a belated gift. (definitely not because he couldn’t be bothered to properly dispose of it)

“Ah-! Watch it…” he whines beneath you, “that one hurt !”

Pulling piece after piece of transparent tape from his pubes that got stuck in his own charade, the man laying on the bed beneath you squirms.

“Why did you even tape the paper to your bare body in the first place…?” you murmur, pulling off another piece and tearing a few more hairs in the process.

Satoru continues whimpering… and groaning… and squirming until eventually his skin is a bright pink, the follicles have gone numb, and he notices your own thighs twitching.

And he takes the moment, and savors it. 

The entire time you sat above him, he allowed it. But now?

The seconds fly by until the roles have swapped and you lay beneath him on actively soaking bedsheets while he pumps in and out and in and out. Tape sticking to the inner flesh of your thighs and leaving a bright red mark every time it attaches and rips off with Satoru’s movements.

Crinkling paper and a slew of huffs escape his lips while he planks over your body in a nice missionary fold. Air steaming with the increased temperature, you lean back into the disheveled pillows in bliss. The sheer force of his body sliding his cock in and out of your swollen pussy creates a mess of your hair as it slides up and down on the pillow.

To be fair, you both probably would’ve found a way to have sex when he was still half wrapped in the paper, but this way results in much fewer papercuts.

Gift: Glue sticks for future wrapping

Higuruma Hiromi

The lace of your bombshell bra tickles the swell of your breasts as gravity pushes them forward and the pace of Hiromi’s hips leave you buckling over the sofa. A new lace set was the gift you surprised him with a few weeks back, and it’s unlocked a new set of kinks you never knew the man had. Fucking you with the lingeries still on.

Now to be fair, the mans loooves seeing you naked. And if he didn’t have to go to work everyday, he would rather lay between your legs than do anything else. But there was just something so hot about seeing you decorated in skimpy, pretty fabric while fucking into your cunt.

“Haaaa, just like that.”  Hiromi tilts his head back and takes a hand from your hips to loosen the tie around his neck.

The man came home, saw you in his favorite color and frills and decided to skip the undressing on both your parts. Bent over the sofa and pants barely past his hips, his cock slides in and out without friction as you clench around the length.

Seeing your pussy through the thin fabric and the long frill of the teddy that flowed from the underwire of the slutty push-up bra itched a primal portion of his brain. He could see through it, yet your flesh was still covered? Oh yea, something about just got him riled up.

So panties pulled to the side and your own breasts bouncing in your upturned face, the sofa slides along the wooden floors while his skin slaps against the flesh of your ass. 

God, you would have noise complaints later. Furniture sliding and moans can only be explained by so much. And in this situation it was the soaked gusset of your thong pulled halfway across your ass while a hand sneaks from the underwire to squeeze a tit with greed.

Hiromi stays leaning over you for a moment before pulling back and letting his spine arch and allow his hips control the movement.

A long day at work is awful, but coming home to you? All wrapped up in skimpy lace? There’s nothing that makes him come (back) faster.

Gift: Lace teddy set

Roymen Sukuna

On a rare occasion he allows it (and will never admit how much he secretly enjoys it), Sukuna is the one wrapped up beneath you. Well wrapped is more of an understatement… chained is probably better suiting in these cases.

Cheap leather wrist and ankle wraps that attach to stainless steel thin chains secure each of his limbs to the corners of the bed. Sure he could probably escape if he wanted to at any moment given the poor quality of the restraints… but he wouldn’t even dream of it in situations like this.

Squeezing every drop of cum from his cock while you bounce above him. Eyes glazed and blank stuck staring at your tits while his mind fuzzes over in a warm bliss. 

Occasionally his arms twitch in over stimulation, to which you sliiiide off with a pop! and give him a few minutes of care and kisses. Peppering his neck, rubbing his chest while his heart races, and wiping the sweat from his brow as he comes back.

The bounce from mind hazy orgasm to ready for the next round is remarkably quick for a man of his size, though you make no complaints as you swing one leg over his hips and sit.

“Ahh shit– haaa” he groans, hair wet and his head thrown back. “Didn’t wanna give ngh me another minute?”

The sarcastic remark is betrayed by the twitch of his muscles and the grin of his pelvis up and into you when the pace even slows down by a fraction. Such a moody and brooding man now lays beneath you, itching and urging for any way possible to get his cock more ensheathed by your cunt.

It’s hot and greedy, and despite his ability to escape at any moment he reasonably wanted to, there’s nothing else Sukuna could’ve wished for this holiday season. Besides of course maybe a vibrator he could control remotely. Maybe next year?

Gift: Beginner’s leather bondage set

Shoko Ieiri

Ok you got scammed. But how were you supposed to know the silk, organic, and lilac bondage ropes you got on a super discounted price would wind up be a fraction of the length actually needed to tie anything up? The moment of realization in the bedroom and moment of reflection of maybe you should’ve checked the delivered package before wrapping it up and slapping a bow has now melted into a different scene.

Sure ropes are nice, but if the idea is to have you immobilized while Ieiri can toy and prod at your cunt, then that is what will happen. So that leaves you sweating in the felt of a blankets that’s been wrapped around your torso a few times.

Arms snug at your sides and legs thrown onto both shoulders of the brunette, Ieiri leans forward and take times to switch between the array toys laid on the bed. Vibrators, dildos, even small whips have graced your skin or were slid inside while you moan and squirm from your confines.

“Oh come onnnn” she taunts and spreads your twitching thighs further apart, “I know you take another.”

Another at this point could be anything. Another finger, another round of lips on your clit, another orgasm; the list continues for a long time. 

And while one might think that laying between their partner’s legs and focusing solely on pleasure would be an imbalance, Ieiri doesn’t hide her own satisfaction that comes from it. Any time there’s a gap in the stimulation you can hear the soft moans of her own fingers taking the cum from your own orgasm and stuffing them inside herself.

Sheets soaking in the puddles of sweat and cum, there’s a back and forth to the pleasure she provides you and the view of her own while you come down from a high. Eortic and awestruck, the confines of the felt blanket has provided a highly beneficial situation that you can’t wait to return to.

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an: tyyyy for your patience with this pookies!! I feel like every week i have a new random life update, and this time i am moving apartments hehe. I've also been scheduling better times to write when i'm not packing up which is fun.

my timeline gets a lil busy in march since i'll be traveling BUT that also means hours on an airplane to write soooo (GL to the person who's gotta sit next to me <3)

love u pookies

Nanami Kento - neck kisses below the collar

After a long day of work, coming home to you is the only thing on poor Kento’s mind; insufferable colleagues and idiotic customers, the one saving solace is ending the day by your side. If he comes home at a reasonable hour, and you’re still awake, he’s immediately hanging up his coat and pecking your lips full of all the love he’s been harboring for the past few hours.

You stand in the entrance way to your shared home, peck after peck; only breaking to breathe and murmur ‘i love you’s in between. The two of you sway and stay that way for a few minutes before you part and separate to prep dinner while he takes a swift shower. BUT, if you’re in the mood or he is… those lips may linger just a bit further down.

They start off trailing down his sharp jawline, then the spot under his ear, and finally he’s undoing his tie and top two buttons to make room for your lips sucking little bruises on his flesh. Groans of pleasure escape his lips in octaves so deep your poor cunt clenches pathetically around nothing. By this point, he’s dragging you to the couch or even kitchen island; never parting far enough to break the suction you have on his flesh. 

Each suck is below where the collar of his shirt hits his neck; the fabric being able to cover each indecent mark that none of his coworkers will ever see. You stay hovering over him; his hands digging into your waist while his head tilts back further and further to give you access. When the canvas efficiently marked up, his hands slide down to the swell of your ass and…. Well, he’d like to leave a trail of bites where no one will ever find them on you. ;)

Fushiguro Toji - standing behind you (caged in)

It’s when you’re doing a mundane task, like folding laundry or taking a mental note of the food in the fridge to be restocked, when Toji walks up behind you. If you had headphones on, he slides them off and pushes his biceps forward to effectively cage you in between him and whatever furniture you’re in front of.

The cologne radiating off him is intoxicating, and the way he can look down over you makes his cock twitch in his pants. Toji acts like it’s casual, offering you help in sorting laundry or a reminder that you were nearly out of orange juice, before he steps even closer. The swell of your ass now plush against his semi; Toji closes the fridge door or places the towel you’re folding back on the bed. He wants your full attention.

Though the man behind you doesn’t spin you around quite yet; instead, he digs his hands to grip your waist and pull you back into his chest. His full erection now grinding into you, he’ll continue whispering casual questions while his body radiates enough sexual energy to make your mind dizzy.

Hovering above you, cock hard in jeans and pushing sluttily into the curve of your ass, Toji ruts into you a few more times until he’s sure you’re as horny as him. When he does spin you around, it’s to either pull you up to the kitchen island or push you onto the mattress and solve the little big problem that’s aching in his trousers. Be ready for a full nelson~

Choso Kamo - hair pulling

It starts as a simple makeout when Yuji leaves the shared apartment to hang out with Nobara and Megumi. You’re sitting on the couch, video game or movie loading idly in the background, while the two of you exchange a moment of heated kissing. Given the amount of time Yuji hangs around his brother, romantic moments are rushed and sometimes awkward between you both.

Though in this moment on the couch, tongues exploring each other's mouths and teeth clicking every so often at the sloppiness of it all, there’s no better feeling. Choso’s hands rub tiny circles into the bones of your hips while yours find solace wrapped around his neck to pull him closer. When you reach forward to pull those two elastic bands and let his hair down; he moans.

Choso loves when you tug on his hair; it’s the best indicator to know you're into this as much as he is. Whether it’s when he’s splaying your thighs apart and eating you out, or when you're tugging him back to kiss you while you ride him; Choso is putty in your hands when your fingertips pull on his hair.

When you’re kissing and he feels that familiar tug, his cock is getting stiffer by the second. Groaning into your already messy french kiss, he pivots to pin you to the sofa cushions while your hands occasionally pull him back so you can breathe. But it’s not enough; every scrape against his scalp leaves him chasing your lips again and again and again.

If you tug one more time… Choso will leave your lips with a slight whimper before moving down a bit lower to another area he’d like his lips to be on. Once he’s set up shop and comfortable down there, he’s not leaving your pussy until you’re ripping the follicles from his head. 

Geto Suguru - whispers in the ear

Yelling was something Suguru was quite familiar with: Yaga scolding him during his high school days and Satoru constantly yapping his ear off every time they hang out; leaving the moments of silence in between something he’s grateful for. Whether it’s a casual conversation in an area reserved to be quiet or a simple hushed comment you don’t want to repeat; Suguru loves it when you whisper in his ear. 

The way you lean up on your tippy toes to reach his ears and cover your mouth with your hand as if it’s a secret being shared makes his pulse spike. Usually, he’ll take your hand once you finish speaking and place a light kiss or bite to the flesh before continuing on whatever activity you were both currently doing. BUT, if he’s pent up or you’re just looking extra cute that day, he’ll return the favor and lean down to whisper in your ear.

His hot hushed breath on the shell of your ear makes you jump from the sudden action, and he laughs when you raise an eyebrow at his intentions. He’d never do anything naughty though…. Jk ofc he does. It’d start with a couple suggestions in your ear about new cafes to go to, movies to watch, until it becomes completely filthy. Positions he wants to fuck you in when you return home, how the way you squeak when he talks in such a whisper reminds him of the way you squeak when pushes the tip of his cock in, and how the way you shiver makes him wanted to pinch your hardened nipples right here and now.

The sensuality of it all is what makes this arousing for Suguru. It’s not exaggerated pornographic moans; it’s raw and real. Of course he loves when your voice is hoarse from groaning his name out as he drives you to multiple orgasms, but he also loves the hushed whisper that only he gets to hear. So next time you pull him down to tell him something in secret, just know you might end up yelling by the end of the night. ;)

Gojo Satoru - eye contact

Tugging off his sunglasses and enjoying the view is not something that Satoru gets time to do very frequently. More often than not, he’s dealing with bullshit from his higher ups at work, trying to clean up the messes other people make, all the while assisting new students/hires in training for their future careers. So when Satoru does finally get a moment of peace to sit back and take in the scene around him, he always ensures you’re by his side to enjoy it as well.

At first glance, it’s not always the most photogenic moments where Satoru gets this moment of reprieve: sitting on the sofa after work, cafe dates during his lunch break, sitting in your kitchen making a grocery list; however, they are his favorite. In these moments, all eyes are on you. 

When you pause from whatever task and take in the man in front of you, his pupils immediately dilate. He’ll silently admire the way you sway your hips from side to side in mindless motions; falling in love with you all over again for the trivial little habits he loves to watch you perform. But when you pause and meet his lingering gaze? Buckle up.

Satoru will raise an eyebrow, but not break the connection. Instead, he splays a half grin on his face and pulls you into him; strong arms wrapping around you. It’s when you admire his eyes and then finally break the gaze to peer at his lips does Satoru finally kiss you. Now this kiss can either be sweet and romantic to convey the emotion between you both… OR it be a precursor to something more. 

His gaze on you doesn’t stop when you’re sinking to your knees to suck him off on your shared sofa; admiring the tears that prick from the tension in your jaw. His gaze on you doesn’t stop when he’s fingering you on his sheets; watching the way your face contorts in pleasure. But his favorite sight is when you’re both eye level and you’re riding his cock while gazing at his blue eyes. 

Higuruma Hiromi - hand on throat

Hiromi is a lawyer, in which this position gives him a lot of control over the future of a person’s fate. He can watch someone walk free or spend the rest of their life behind bars all simply based on how well he can perform his job within given evidence. Though the final verdict is never up to him; the sentencing is decided by the jury or judge. So when you’re in the middle of a heated makeout, and you bring his hand to gently grasp your throat for the first time; he pauses.

It’s the only time he has absolute control in the moment; one you willingly and trustingly submit to him. The rush of it all gets Hiromi feeling more on edge. You can be making out in his car, interrupting him while he’s getting dressed, or simply straddling him on your bed; regardless of the location, he’s getting hard.

Long deft fingers keep his hand in collar around your neck, pulling you in for messy kisses or pushing you back to admire the drunk look on your face. Tightening the pressure and watching your eyebrows furrow from lack of oxygen and heightened ecstasy make his slacks feel extra tight; pre-cum pouring embarrassingly from his weeping tip from within his boxer briefs.

When you kiss, regardless of the position, and Hiromi has a hand around your throat; he intends to keep it there for a while. If you’re sucking him off, he cums even faster if he can feel the way his dick is sliding down your throat with his hand. Even when you inevitably get to fucking, his hand is latched around your jugular; occasionally tightening and releasing to give right ratio of pain and pleasure. 

Of course, he’ll eventually need both hands for your activities, and release his grasp; ensuring you can breathe properly once more. However, if you ever bring his hand to your throat, just know you might have his cock sliding down there soon.

Ryomen Sukuna - you’re on his lap (u being dominate/initiative)

In every aspect of life, Sukuna has always been in charge. Whether it’s work positions, social hierarchies with peers, and even your sex life; he’s always the one calling the shots. So on those occasional moments when he’s been busy with work and you’ve been feeling a little neglected; you slide onto his lap and peer down at him.

Regardless of how tired or worn out he is, Sukuna will always pry open an eye and peer at you as you sit on his muscular thighs and look down at him. He’d never admit how much of a turn on this vision is; but the sight of you trying to use power and make him submit leaves his cock twitching.

Even if you just wanted passing attention and a few simple kisses; Sukuna isn’t letting you off his lap. Large hands keep you seated in your position while he nips and licks at the flesh on your neck; urging you to finish what you started. It’s when you finally get comfortable and pull his face to meet your lips, tug his hair to look up at you, and when you guide his hands to touch you where you want it that pushes him over the edge.

Sukuna loves power, and he loves you even more for wanting a fraction of that feeling; even if it does mean he’s the one submitting in this situation. This is where that submission ends though, after things get steamy, he’s effectively throwing you on to whatever surface he feels like and bending you into a pretzel of positions. He’ll tug your hair, degrade you, fuck you so hard that your pussy has molded to the shape of his cock. BUT, the fact that you took the initiative and tried to overpower him is what makes him so rut so ruthlessly into you. Whenever he thinks your cunt has milked him dry, he’ll conjure up that image of you sitting so coy on his lap that he’s pouring another load into your pussy without even realizing. 

Shoko Ieiri - hand on thigh

Ieiri sees lots of injury and death within her line of work; though she’s forever grateful her gloves protect her from touching anything. A thin layer of latex protects her from the grime and bacteria from wounds and decay; but finally home alone with you, leaves her wanting nothing separating the space.

Whether it’s hand holding in the supermarket, cuddling with legs intertwined, or running a hand through each other’s hair; the physical touch makes her sigh in content at the simplicity. BUT, when that lingering hand moves to the plush and fleshy area of an exposed thigh? Expect some other sighs.

Now Ieiri likes you touching her thigh and touching yours; so here are both scenarios:

If you are the one initiating it:

You’re sitting on the sofa, watching reruns of your favorite show and enjoying the evening with some snacks and wine, when your hand moves from hers to the soft subtle flesh of her exposed thigh. It’s a gentle squeeze at first; reassuring of your presence at her side after such a hard week of work. Though Ieiri finds it more than reassuring.

At first she’ll place her hand on yours, and you when you're about to stop, thinking that’s what she meant; Ieiri will guide your hand up higher. You’ll pinch each inch of her thigh until your fingers are grazing her sleep shorts and she finally peels her eyes off the screen to shoot you a knowing gaze. Yes, she loves your hands on her… but she’d like your mouth to now replace that spot ;)

If she’s initiating it:

It starts harmlessly when you’re both relaxing on the sofa after a long week, when her hand rests on your thigh. At first you thinking nothing of it; her fingers digging into the flesh and occasionally kneading it without ever looking off the tv. Right when you think she’s about to stop is when she reaches up juuuust a bit higher to repeat the action to the new area.

This continues until she’s up past the hem of your sleep shorts pant line and tracing the outline of your sopping pantines. Fingers are still pinching the skin of your upper thigh; they’ll occasionally move to press against the pathetic wet patch of the fabric and rub small circles on your clit.  Ieiri loves the feeling of your thighs under her hands, but she loves her fingers inside you more.

a/n idk where this came from tbh; im actually so tired and this isn't proofread

IK i should work on my series... but i have like horny thoughts motivation and wanted to write before bed hehe

reblogs/likes/comments all appreciated

Nanami Kento -> the heater is out!

The shared apartment is colder than you expect when you and Kento return home from a long day of work. Kicking your shoes off and heading for the thermostat to check the frigid temperature, you move to prepare dinner while your husband calls the heating company– confirming your suspicions that it was down for the whole neighborhood given the winter storm. You both eat a warm meal while heavy snow falls outside the window and the temperature remains steadily dropping. 

After finishing dinner, you lay against his chest in a cuddled position on the couch beneath several layers of throw blankets. Kento always insists on watching the evening news to stay up to date on current events while you nuzzle into his neck in an attempt to stay warm. 

His gaze is intently focused on the news anchor going over the current stock market reactions to geopolitical tensions, but his hand falls from your waist to play with the hem of your work skirt. It’s a long, professional, knee-length fabric that he pushes up slightly to rest his hand in between your plush thighs.

“Kento– your hands are cold.”

“Hmm?” he hums, clearly not caring. “But it’s so warm here.”

You can’t see his fingers underneath, but you can certainly feel them. He keeps kneading and pinching the flesh as you paw at him to keep his cold hands to himself. Kento keeps up his ministrations for a few more minutes until he eventually guides you to lay flat against the sofa cushions; without a word he plants a quick kiss to your lips before dipping under the blankets.

It’s his favorite to warm you up, so why not do it now when you really need it the most? ;)

He takes his time eating you out from underneath the fuzzy fabric; your skirt is hiked up to your waist and he simply pushes your panites to the side to make room for his mouth. Breath hot on your weeping cunt, his nose ruts against your puffy clit as his tongue works its way inside. The sighs escaping your lips are a siren’s call as he pathetically grinds into the cushions in a poor attempt to relieve the erection hard in his slacks. 

No matter how many times you and Kento get physical, it always feels so fresh and erotic. The messy french kiss he’s giving your pussy leaves a pool of saliva and slick staining the fabric of the couch beneath your hips. Slipping in a slim long finger, he drags his tongue further up to lick and suck at your clit.

He continues pumping his finger in and out, adding in a second one to grind against your walls in search of your g-spot; the way you whimper and twitch is indication when his finger pads rub against it. The feeling is euphoric and the temperature no longer causes you discomfort. Sweat beads at Kento’s forehead and pulling back and up from the blankets, his hair is slicked back from the heat generated.

He doesn’t let you pout long, upset at your denied orgasm, before he shimmies down his slacks and boxers and kicks them to the living room floor. Delicious length grinds on your lower navel a few times, admiring the way his length measures to just how deep it’s about to be inside you, before he slaps your clit with his flushed tip for good measure and slides in.

Sex with Kento when it’s cold out is never one round; his stamina keeps up as he’s determined to make sure you keep warm. And the best way to do that? With your feet on his shoulders as he pumps you full of multiple loads of his hot cum. He’s not satisfied until he’s shooting blanks, there are fat tears coating your eyelashes, and there’s so much cum leaking from your pussy it makes you groan at the sensation of being so stuffed. 

What a gentleman~

Fushiguro Toji -> no cold feet!

It’s impossible to get warm at all as you shuffle beneath the covers of your shared bed. Your knees are originally tucked into yourself for warmth, but when your back hurts from the angle, you kick them out again with a shiver. You’re tucked into Toji with your back nuzzled in his chest, but the body heat isn’t enough to ease the chill in your bones. With a gruff sigh, you frown when he holds you still as if the temperature doesn’t affect him at all.

Though you’re pretty sure he’s the one who forgot to pay the heating bill.

You shuffle around once more before a strong forearm holds your waist firmly into him.

“Stop fucking moving.”

With a sigh, you halt your squirming; the deep and tired sound of his voice making you feel a little guilty for the way your movements have woken him up. But it’s no use, the cold sheets keep you shivering despite the way his hot breath pants on your neck.

You wait to hear his light snores even out before shuffling once again; the grip on your hips tightens to a vice.

“Stop putting your cold feet on me.”

“Ughh, Tojiii” you whine out and place the soles of your feet on his hot calves again. “I can’t help it.”

An annoyed sigh escapes his lips and with minimal effort he flips you over and onto your back; a strong muscular thigh splays your legs with his knee grinding into your cunt. A whimper escapes you at the movement. 

“S’to keep your damn feet off mine.”

You furrow your brows at him and he responds by peeling an eye open and smirking devilishly at you. He flexes the muscles of his thigh to pulse against your clothed pussy and leans in to place a few hot open mouth kisses along your neck.

“Toji–” You warn.

He chuckles into your throat and lifts himself up to hover over you; his leg still between your own. “Hmm? Not my fucking fault, you’ve been grinding your ass into my crotch all night.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down a bit, a bratty look on your face. “I can’t help it! It’s too cold!”

He latches his lips to yours and slowly replaces his thigh with the erection pulsing in his gray sweatpants; a small stain of precum already pooling from arousal. A calloused hand pinches your pajama pants and tugs them down and off your ankles before tossing them to the floor.

The coolness makes you shiver and huddle into yourself while Toji tuts in disappointment before splaying you open once more. Impatient hands tug down his own sweatpants and kicks them off somewhere under the sheets before a long finger dips to slide up and down your slick folds.

“Shiiiit, you all worked up already? Did you plan this?”

You roll your eyes and tug him down to kiss you again, that way his cocky mouth wouldn’t piss you off anymore. He chuckles a few times before sitting back on his heels to peel off his boxers and free his cock from the confines of fabric; instead of reaching forward to place himself at your hips again, he throws your calves over his shoulders.

“S’the only way to keep those fucking ice cold toes off of me.”

The rest of the night he ensures each position he fucks you in is one where your feet are no where near him. Over his shoulders, behind him when he pounds into you in doggy, even in a mating press he ensures your icicle-like appendages are nowhere near him. Even when you're both panting, covered in sweat, and loads of hot thick cum is seeping pathetically from your abused cunt, Toji ensures when you lay back down for bed, your cold feet are as far away as possible. 

Kamo Choso -> matching sweatshirts look better on the floor!

When your boyfriend initially invited you to his and his brother’s apartment, you figured it would be like any other casual movie night. Instead, you sit shivering at the kitchen island while Choso and Yuji try to figure out why the central air is stuck on ‘cool’ instead of ‘heat’, and Nobara and Megumi move to turn the oven on in an attempt to get some sort of hot air. 

Arms tucked into yourself, you’re beyond grateful for wearing a hoodie to the apartment and not the original tee you had initially planned on. It’s a sweatshirt that matches with Choso, having exchanged them during the holidays as a cute couples gift; though now the fabric barely warms your chilled skin up at all. 

“Here, let’s get you something thicker to wear ok?”  Choso’s voice mumbles concern in your ear as strong arms wrap around your waist; gentle kisses litter your neck in a silent apology for the temperature. 

You hum in agreement and hop off the island stool while Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji head over to the couch to start a movie and collect every throw blanket available. Choso’s room is slightly messy, his bed unmade and some clothes littering the floor, but you don’t mind as he digs through his drawers in search of sweatpants. 

When he tosses them to you, you don’t hesitate to slide down the cool fabric of your jeans and kick them to the side; Choso stands idly by the door eyeing the way your purple panties hug your ass just right.

“Take a photo perv, it’ll last longer.” You muse while holding up the sweatpants to see how long they might fall on your legs.

Choso laughs gently before twisting the lock on the bedroom door and pushing down the fabric in your hands, preventing you from putting them on.

“Hm? What are you doing Cho?”

He hums and reaches up to pull the elastic bands from his hair; ears pink from the cold and now hidden from his shaggy hair falling freely down. It’s a move he only does when he wants you to notice him, and with a knowing smile you wrap your arms around his neck and tilt your head to the side. “Oh, what are you thinking?”

Warm hands rub circles on your pelvic bones before dipping down to knead the flesh of your ass. “Just that I know another way to warm you up…”

“Really? What’s gotten you so suddenly in the mood.”

Choso leans down to sucks gentle marks on your neck above where the fabric of your sweatshirt rests; his hands peel back the waistband of your panties before releasing the elastic band to smack against your hips. “Just really like seeing you in that hoodie… s’cute when we match.”

Ever the possessive boyfriend, you giggle at his honesty and drag him backwards until the back of your thighs meet his disheveled bed; he tugs off the matching sweatshirts from both of your bodies. Planting a few more kisses to your neck before pushing you flat against his comforter and tugging the wet gusset of your panties down slightly. Large dark eyes bat innocently at you in a silent request for permission.

As soon as you rest on your elbows and nod, the fabric is tugged down your ankles and thrown with the other pile of clothes that litter his floor. Sinking immediately to lean against the bed, Choso throws a leg over his shoulder and attaches his lips to your cunt like a starved man. He doesn’t stop until your hands are nearly ripping out chunks of his hair and his chin is shiny with your slick painting his flesh.

Choso just likes to make sure you’re comfortable in this cold weather is all! He may be a bit jealous, overprotective, and possessive…but it’s just ‘cause he loves you so much. He just wants you to be warm– so he leaves your pussy dripping out loads of his cum while you all watch a movie. Sitting on the couch in his sweatpants, pussy aching from the abuse and rounds it just took, Choso keeps his hands under the blankets and cupping your cunt, pushing his seed back inside when too much leaks out. 

Geto Suguru -> steamy shower sex!

It’s sooo damn cold in his apartment to the point you’re wondering if you two should call a friend to stay somewhere else. Your flat’s electricity went out in the winter storm and it seems like the heat in Suguru’s building has just cut as well. Your boyfriend sits at his laptop in the kitchen while you shiver at his side, convinced you can see your breath in the room.

Suguru has already recommended you simply head to bed, but the cold sheets without your personal space heater left you wandering back to the kitchen after only 5 minutes. Peering at his laptop screen, you notice the way his work load seems to be more intense than initially anticipated and with a small sigh, you head to take a warm shower.

Steam pouring up from the glass wall of the shower door, you shut your eyes and enjoy the boiling water that provides warmth to your skin. The feeling is so comfortable that you remain in the bathroom for longer than you had anticipated, jumping at the sound of Suguru opening the door.

“Hey, I just gotta brush my tee–” He pauses in front of the half fogged wall and raises an eyebrow while letting out a low whistle. “You’re naked.”

Rolling your eyes, you wipe away the condensation as he wolfishly smiles at you. “Yea, how ELSE do you shower?”

Your boyfriend ignores your tease and steps back to peel off his layers and kick them haphazardly to the floor. Steam escapes when he pulls the shower door back and steps in, crowding you to the cool tiles of the opposite wall. 

“Need some help?”

Giving Suguru a knowing smile that his ‘help’ was more than simply washing your back, he lazily smiles and grabs your hips to press against his own. Nipples hard from the cool temperature of the wall and the arousal of your boyfriend’s touch, you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him into the water. 

It starts off tame, kissing under the water and giggling when you’re both nearly waterboarded from the pressure, until he slicks your soaked hair back and gently guides you to your knees. Dark pubes tickling your nose and his weeping cockhead scraping your throat, Suguru sighs pathetically above you at the pleasure coursing through him. 

Gently face-fucking you under the water, he guides your mouth off him before he can cum embarrassingly early and lifts you to your feet to push you flush against the glass door. It’s the easiest way to warm you up of course– from the inside out.

Tits squished against the glass, Suguru guides your ass back and guides his cock up and down your drenched folds a few times before sinking in. It’s the same delicious stretch your poor cunt can never get used to; the length of his shaft is held in a vice grip as you flutter around him in an attempt to accommodate his size.

It’s the warmth you’ve been needing this cold evening, and Suguru is more than happy to provide it. Skin against skin under the hot stream of water, he’s dead set on making sure you won’t be complaining about the temperature again. And if the generous load of cum he pumps into you happens to drip from your swollen pussy and get washed down the drain…he’ll have to be a good boyfriend and simply fill you up again. 

Gojo Satoru -> fogged up windows, even though the heater isn't on!

You’ve told Satoru a million and one times before to get his car checked out before the winter storm, and every single time he’s waved you off. Insisting that he can only get his car serviced at Mercedes dealership mechanics, he put off getting his air system fixed and now they’re booked for the next two weeks. In the middle of a winter storm. 

The two of you sit in Nanami’s work parking lot, waiting for him to finish so you three can meet Suguru, Shoko, and Haibara for a group dinner. 

“It’s freezing” you complain in the passenger seat, shivering despite your puffer coat and scarf.

Satoru tries to act as nonchalant as possible, as if the cold wasn’t that bad, though the puffs of his breath you can see in the air prove otherwise. Before you can mumble another ‘i told you so’, there’s a ping on your phone from the communal group chat. 

From: Nanamin–

Sorry, it will be another 20 minutes. I’ll try to finish as soon as possible. 

You sigh and Satoru moves to shut the engine to save gas; the two of you sit in a small silence scrolling on your phones until your boyfriend has seemingly had enough and unclicks his seatbelt.

“Are you going in to get Na–”

“Backseat.”

An eyebrow raising at the command, Satoru pleads his eyes into yours while plastering a partial smirk on his lips. “We can warm the car that way. If you want to, princess.”

Biting your lip and thinking about it for a moment, you nod and follow him over the center console and to the back row of his car. It starts with you on his lap, grinding on his lap through the denim on his thighs while he pushes your skirt up to your waist. Sloppy kisses are exchanged as his hands squeeze and grab at the plush flesh on your hips and ass until neither one of you can wait any longer.

Satoru guides you off him for a moment to hastily release the button and fly off his jeans before shoving them and his boxers down to his mid thighs. He grabs you by the hips to reclaim your previous seat before whining at the sudden hindrance of your heat-tech tights blocking him from your pretty pussy.

“Ah, I forgot… it’ll be hard to get them off in here..”

Lips pursed in frustration, you don’t notice when Satoru reaches forward to the console cup holder to grab his car keys; sitting back down, he grabs the fabric around your crotch and tears through it with the metal ignition key.

“H-Hey!”

“I’ll buy you new ones. 10 more. Whatever you want…just–just sit. Please baby.” He begs in a desperate breath; needing to feel your cunt wrapped around him now, as if waiting until after dinner might kill him. 

The way you ride him is enough to cause employees getting off work to raise an eyebrow at the way the white Mercedes seems to rock in the parking lot. Windows fogged up from the body heat, Satoru keeps desperate hands on your hips to rock back and forth while his feet are planted firmly to thrust up into you deeper. 

He’s doing his loving boyfriend duties– ensuring the car will be nice and warm for you ;)

It’s mind numbing, and no coherent thoughts can form on your lips when the pace increases to bully your g-spot over and over again. Hips twitching as you grind further to rub your swollen clit on his pubes, the friction makes you fall forward as your orgasm washes over you. 

Satoru throws his head back; Adam’s apple bobbing sluttily as he groans your name like a mantra as he stuffs your cunt full of hot ropes of cum. Panting to catch your breaths, the ping of the group chat leaves you both scrambling back to the front seats.

Your skirt is barely on by the time Nanami opens the back passenger door and clicks on his seat belt. “Oh, did you get your heating fixed, Satoru?”

Higuruma Hiromi -> offering you his jacket!

It’s hard to hide your shivers as you sit across from your lovely boyfriend at dinner; the front door to the restaurant opens every few minutes as people come in and out and cause gusts of cold wind to fill the air. Hiromi had reserved a table with the best view of the city, and unfortunately that also meant being seated near the exit. 

You wave it off at first, not wanting to spoil the evening and just enjoy the night with your boyfriend who was finally able to get out of work early for once. He frowns at each of your shivers and surveys the restaurant in case any other tables might be open; frowning when he sees the place is totally booked. He had planned for this evening to be perfect– he wanted to show you how much your company means to him and ask if you would like to move in with him.

When the door opens again and lets in another cold breeze from outside, Hiromi swallows hard as your nipples harden through the flimsy fabric of your satin mini dress. How you can call it a dress is beyond him– your tits are basically spilling out of it. 

Coughing slightly, he stands up and shimmies off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders to assist in warming you up. The musky cologne he always wears leaves you sighing into the fabric while Hiromi only realizes how fucked he is…you’re even sexier wearing it. 

Wondering if maybe he should just propose to you instead, he snaps out of his thoughts when your heeled foot grazes his thigh from under the table. Before a word can leave his lips, the tip of your shoe playfully pushes on his erection; a coy smile adoring your lips while blink at him. 

The entire moment is too much for either one of you; the door opening every minute and the both of you dripping in primal desire. Naturally, being the doting and devoted boyfriend he is, Hiromi offers to meet you in the single-room bathroom to ‘warm you up’.

That proposition is how you end up with hands on the marble sink counter top, dress hiked up to your waist, and suit jacket still on as your boyfriend fucks you from behind. The intensity of each thrust leaves your acrylic nails painfully bending at the way your fingers attempt to dig into the marble for support and Hiromi doesn't let up the pace when you whimper in pleasure as his tip bullies against your g-spot.

The hand on your mouth to keep you quiet does little to deafen the way his heavy balls smack into your ass and the squelch of your pussy from your prior orgasm. (Hiromi can’t fuck you without eating your cunt out and grinding his nose against your clit– it would be like eating the main course before the appetizer if he didnt.)

His cock reaches deep in your womb as Hiromi is babbling about a million different thoughts from behind you; drunk on the way your pussy wraps around him so perfectly, like it was made to take him. Stuttering his hips and throwing his head back in desperation, Hiromi thrusts a few more times before hot cum spurts into your pussy– all the while he’s begging you to finally move in with him… that way he can always make you warm and full ;)

Ryomen Sukuna -> sharing the bed in his childhood bedroom!

A favor to Jin to watch over Yuji for the weekend leaves Sukuna in his childhood home as a winter storm roars outside; complaining the entire first day, stating Yuji was old enough to be alone and that Jin was being ‘too soft’ on him. Though when his nephew begs to have his friends stay the night, Sukuna snatches the opportunity.

“You can have your stupid friends over… as long as my girl can come by too.”

Yuji rolls his eyes and makes a disgusted face with his tongue out. “Fine, deal.”

It’s freezing by the time you arrive, several inches of snow piled on the roads, and Sukuna doesn’t hesitate to pull you aside as soon as you enter the home. He had proposed you come over to entertain his nephew and friends with movies and cookies, though you knew it wasn't the real reason he called you over after 8pm.

With Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi asleep on the couch not even halfway through the movie, you and Sukuna sneak upstairs and into his childhood bedroom. Any other time you come to Jin’s house, you would spend time cooing at all the photos and memorabilia from years ago; tonight you’re being guided to the twin bed with impatient fervor.

Lips against his in a desperate manner, Sukuna whispers a few scolds when you moan just a little too loud when his mouth sucks fat hickies into the delicate flesh of your neck. Clothing peeling off to take advantage of the opportunity that the group downstairs was asleep, Sukuna pushes you flat onto his colorful childhood comforter. He places kisses down your navel and drags down your jeans and panties in one tug before settling comfortably between your thighs.

“Promise to take extra care of you later– just gotta be quick this one time, ok?”

Drunk in lust, you aren’t really sure if the man between your legs is speaking to you or your pussy, but you don’t care regardless. Sukuna sits forward to plant a few kisses to your puffy clit before rocking back onto his ankles and guiding his cockhead up and down your folds.

A knowing smirk on his face, he sinks in each of his nine inches inside, cursing with furrowed eyebrows at the immediate pleasure coursing through his veins. It’s a familiar stretch your poor pussy can never get used to, though he gives you a few moments to accommodate his splitting size before rocking in and out. 

The small twin bed frame rocks into the wall with each thrust and Sukuna gives up on trying to keep it quiet– too focused on reaching both your highs than what his stupid nephew might think downstairs. It’s a disgusting thought that passes through his head really; fucking his cock deep in your pussy while your slick pastes his pubes to his pelvis, that in his childhood bedroom, the two of you could make a child. 

That would warm you up right? All the times he can’t be there to keep you company while he’s at work– his kid in your stomach could. 

Moans escape your pretty lips while Sukuna places his hands under your plush thighs and pushes them to fold into your chest; tits squishing from the pressure of your knees against them. It’s a mean mating press, and the image of you plump and swollen with his kid unleashes a fetish Sukuna didn’t think he had.

Thrusts sputtering at the image, Sukuna exhales pathetically and rocks his hips into yours a few more times before cumming embarrassingly early. Cum pouring from his weeping cock as he pumps his seed deeper and deeper, you wearily look up at him in shock and longing for your own release.

Sukuna’s a caring boyfriend who makes good on his promises though, and he pulls out before shimmying back down between your thighs. His erection is slowly softening despite his mind not any clearer post-nut; the sight of his cum dripping from your cunt has him reaching forward to push it back in with long fingers.

He mutters about cumming prematurely since you both hadn’t seen each other in a few days, but the way he eyes the photos of Jin and baby Yuji in the hallway later make you question his real motives. 

Shoko Ieiri -> why is the doctor's office always so cold??

Why all medical buildings are freezing cold is beyond you– and your girlfriend’s office is no exception. Sitting in a swivel chair next to her as she fills out mountains of paperwork, you hug your arms into yourself at the frigid temperature. Maybe it’s your fault the cropped and tight baby tee you’re wearing isn’t the most appropriate given the weather, but it’s too cute not to wear. Besides, as much as Ieiri chides you for complaining, you can tell the way her eyes linger on your perky nipples through the fabric that she’s secretly enjoying the show. 

“Ieiriiii”

“Hm?” She hums, not looking up from her patient’s file.

“Are you almost done? I’m freezing and hungry.”

She notes down a few symptoms of her current patient and types a few memos into her desktop computer; a coy eye lingers on your chest once again. “Yes I am. And don’t worry– I’m hungry too.”

Before you can pull up your phone for nearby restaurants, Ieiri is pushing back from her desk and sliding her chair away from both of you. Dropping to her knees, she grabs the bones of your knees and spins you to face her crouched body.

“Ieiri?”

“Mmmm– said I was hungry, didn’t I?”

In a simple motion, she splays your legs apart and peers up your skirt to admire the small arousal stain forming on your cute pink panties she had bought you last Valentine’s Day. You can’t even shut your legs in embarrassment, her strength keeping them open, and her hot breath fanning the flesh on your thighs. 

Ieiri only looks up once with pupils blown wide before she pushes up the fabric of your skirt and happily inserts herself right in front of your cunt. The tip of her nose grinds against your clit through your panties while she licks hot stripes up and down the gusset to taste the slick that’s already been soaked through.

Hands in her hair and hot pants leaving your lips, you arch your back into the seat and shiver from the sensation and cool air of the office. Tugging your panties to the side, she repositions herself to allow her tongue to thrust in and out of your tight hole while an index finger rubs circles on your clit just the way you like. 

It’s a disgusting french kiss she’s giving your cunt; occasionally spitting onto your pussy and using the mixture of saliva and arousal to insert her index and middle finger to replace her tongue. Her name leaves your lips in a desperate mantra as deft surgeon hands massage the rough spot in your cunt that leaves you twitching your hips into her mouth. 

Ieiri peels back to watch your face as you come undone, loving the way that only she is the one making you feel so good; your hands are tugging at the hair on her scalp in a not-so-subtle way of letting her know of your impending orgasm. With a few more grinds of her fingers on your g-spot, you’re cumming hard onto her hands.

She doesn’t stop when you whimper in overstimulation, her lips attaching to your cunt again to lap up all the cum, until you tug her back wearily. Pussy drunk eyes gaze lazily at you through hooded lids as she rests her head onto your thigh; a smirk on her lips and cum coating her chin.

Ieiri is just being the good girlfriend she always wants to be for you. Eating you out in her office to keep you warm is just another task she’s happy to fulfill. ;)

i have no excuse for this fr...

a/n: am i behind on posting? yes. am i too busy watching got7 promotions for their new comeback? yes.

i really do mean to stay focused but it's hard when you're ovulating these fine ass men are posting for their new comback ok?

anyway~ sorry for the pure filth, I promise im working on finishing holiday hoes and the next chapters for da usual series

also: i need to reply to all the nice comments you all leave on here! i promise i see them and want to respond to each one bc YOU ARE ALL SO SWEET IT HURTS <333

comments/likes/reblogs all appreciated

SFW:

Co-Worker! Light Who first meets you when he attends an end-of-year police banquet with his father and finds you sitting at the table looking completely out of place– but not in an anxious way. Light is a top student in school, albeit bored, and spends so much time daydreaming and people watching that he can read your body language almost immediately. Eyes bright and scanning the room in focus instead of awkwardness, you’re watching the mannerisms of everyone slowly filtering into the banquet hall and Light is immediately entertained in watching you.

Co-Worker! Light Who forms an instant rapport with you ever since that night. He’s maybe a year or two younger than you, but his maturity and intellect stun you when he reveals he’s still in highschool when you first meet. Every time you come over to the Yagami house to assist his father, or the times Light goes to the police force to drop something off, the two of you share small jokes, grab coffee, and share theories on cases you probably shouldn’t be giving him information on. It’s completely platonic, and despite being relatively popular and social at school, speaking with you is the exchange Light looks forward to the most. 

“The footprints match a man's size 9 from the mud tracks near the crime scene.”

Light takes the photograph and bites his lip, leaning against the break room table. “So realistically the guy would be relatively shorter… maybe around 5’7”...”

You stand and pour a mug of coffee, noting the ‘break’ you’re taking being much more than 15 minutes, “but?”

Light places the photo on the table with a grin, “But the indents of the footprints aren’t deep at all by the ball and toe of the shoe– so the shoes are too big for the person wearing it…”

Smiling and blowing steam away from the rim you nod as he continues to unravel the clues. “So the actual culprit would be smaller…like a woman!”

Light stands up with passion and pumps himself up for getting the little hints while you laugh and praise his accuracy. Upon the commotion, an older detective pokes his head around the corner and raises an eyebrow as the two of you choke down your giggles and act as nonchalant as possible. 

The moment the older man walks away Light shoots you a grin you don’t forget, and one you don’t see for a long time after that. 

Co-Worker! Light Who becomes incredibly distant over the next few years, graduating high school and attending your own university all the while keeping you at an arm’s distance. The trips to the Yagami house are quieter as he holes himself up in his room and only comes down when his mother asks him too and the occasional lunch trips are far and few between. That is, until you join the task force and wind up sitting beside him on a plush hotel couch solving real murders together instead of old cases in the police break room. 

It feels different though, not just in the way you’re both in your 20s, tired with life despite it recently starting, but in the way he holds himself beside you. No longer is he begging you to let him on old case files his dad refuses to let him see, now he’s plotting serial killer motives and proposing orders for you to also follow suit. 

Co-Worker! Light Knows he has much more important things to do than be tied up in your trivial life, but he can’t help but find himself wanting to sit and learn you the same way he felt the first night he saw you. Have you always taken your coffee that way? Did you always go to the same vending machines in between classes, he could’ve sworn you preferred the small school cafe over those. When did he forget about you? About that life he used to have?

It’s a stupid wave of nostalgia that washes over him when he’s particularly tired; images of late evenings when the two of you felt like old school detectives going through his father’s old files. Now it’s rushes of anger and feral jealousy that creep up when he least expects it, when he sees Ryuzaki going through manilla files at your side, at the spot that was originally reserved for him. 

Co-Worker! Light Is aware that the life he has doesn’t allow room for mistakes or petty emotions, but he’s never considered you either of those things. Maybe he could make you see, make you understand him and his motives. How many long nights did you and his own father come home in the early hours of the morning fighting against a justice system that you both swore to uphold? It wasn’t fair how many assholes got to walk free because of their money and fancy lawyers while you were put through the ringer at every turn.

He could make you understand right? You were always adamant on rehabilitation, that not everyone was inherently evil and they had simply been led astray by life’s own cruelness. But maybe if Light showed you a bit more of Kira, you would understand. You would learn that the capital punishment he was giving out was retribution for all the scum in the world that went unpunished despite your long hours and endless effort. That at the end of it, this was all for you. 

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Co-Worker! Light Has a packed schedule in between college classes, the task force, and operating as Kira, but that doesn’t mean there’s no time to relieve himself. On certain nights, ones where he’s beyond exhausted, he’ll tear out a page of the death note and hand it to Misa with the instructions to take Ryuk with her. He’ll give her a simple instruction of who to kill and place it under the guise of potential wiretaps in his personal space; she’ll always obey it. Maybe the version of himself a few years ago would be disgusted at sending a girl off so he can masturbate to the thought of another, but the Light now doesn’t care in the slightest. 

He takes his time with it, envisioning every detail that he's come to memorize over the years and stockpile in his mind. The times you’ve cut your hair, changed your blouse with the seasons, and the shades of lipstick you use depending on how much energy you have that morning. An image of the rosey pigment smearing around his shaft and dyeing his pubes is playing at the forefront of his mind. For any other woman this scene would end here, but for him, for you, it ends with your skirt hiked up to your waist and his face buried deep between your thighs. 

Co-Worker! Light Isn’t blind to the way Matsuda and Ryuzaki give you side eyes at times during meetings; it’s usually when the lights are low and the only thing illuminating the room is the tv glow. L is much more slick with it, and to anyone else it would seem to be his normal self, but Light can tell. He can almost sense it when the other man blinks slowly in your direction and keeps his head tilted just enough that you’re always in his peripherals. 

At first this would annoy him to no end, but now it fuels his ego even more. No matter how much either man wanted to catch your attention, Light would always be the man who knew you the longest. History which can’t be erased. And he’s well aware of how much that gets under Ryuzaki’s skin.

When it rains and he can’t come to meetings or he’s wondering if you’re nearly done with class, he can call you and speak as if it’s second nature. Part of it is to dangle in Ryuzaki’s face, the other part goes straight to his cock. Your voice on the receiver, updating him about your schedule, being someone who you trust does things to him in ways pornography never could. Misa is objectively an attractive and sweet woman, but you’re so much more than that. You test his mind and his body, which to Light, is the sexiest thing a person can do. 

Co-Worker! Light Nearly has an exhibitionist kink, toying with the idea of nearly getting caught but not fully. In his mind the two of you have those little moments of reprieve, maybe you sneak back to that police break room from all those years ago, but this time it’s with you bent over the table and yelling in pleasure. Keeping a hand on your mouth to stifle your sounds to prevent being caught in the act, but the thrill of adrenaline of being walked in makes it that much better. 

To Light, the best person to walk in on him fucking you would be L; it would be the only thing Ryuzaki would ever effectively catch him doing anyways. But instead of pinning him as Kira, he would walk in on Light’s cock sinking into your tight pussy while pretending to be shocked that the door was left open. He would flash the reclusive man a sideway grin and keep pumping, eager to sear the memory into his brain forever. 

Co-Worker! Light Sees you as the ideal partner at his side for an ideal world. You have the brains and decisiveness, but also enough nuance to understand that sometimes there needs to be bends in how justice is delivered. Ruling at his side, passing judgement on the criminals who evaded your hard work for years, is a perfect future in his mind. 

There’s a sensual aspect to it too. You on his lap, sitting at a desk while his hands guide your own as you write name after name in the bound book. The flesh of your ass soft against his raging erection while his hands trace the outline of your body and the way it merges with his. Fingertips cascading from your busy hands, up your arms, and kneading the flesh of your tits while his lips place fervent kisses along the thrumming pulse on your neck. The proof of your life is evident in its rhythm as you add to the list of imminent deaths on the paper. 

Co-Worker! Light Has these plans for the future tucked away safe and sound where no one can get to them until he decides it’s finally time. He’s played the friend, the colleague, and danced along the edge of an almost jealous boyfriend given his meddling in your past relationships, though soon enough he’ll play your God and in time your lover as well. 

But for now he’s resigned and pent up, only ever without the watching eyes of Ryuzaki, Ryuk, or Misa for only a few hours of the week. In those little moments of solitude he finds himself with you, mentally feeling your skin against his, the sound of his name leaving your lips, and the rush of blood as your bodies mold together. Once this is all over he can take his time to build this fantasy into real life, with you at his side once again but this time using the names from those old case files to fill the pages of the death note. For now he’ll keep his focus on pretending to catch Kira, not feelings!

omg POOKIES it feels like it's been centuries and it lowkey has

I finally finished my thesis and defend it later this week which means i CAN FINALLY GET BACK ON SCHEDULE!! YIPPEEE

i would never leave this series unfinished and i promise promise promise to try and crank out the next chapter after my defense!!

also this is my first time really writing for Light so lmk how u like it or things i can adjust for his character <333

ILY POOKIES

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