#takagami

Light Yagami eats pussy like a starving man who has finally decided he might as well eat the suspicious 7/11 sandwich he found on the ground last night.

His eyes are scrunched up in fear and he looks like he’s afraid my pussy is going to start biting. He chokes and gags on it, which is impressive given that he isn’t even putting anything in his mouth.

At least he’s trying. At least he doesn’t consider himself above putting his tongue on a vulva. I wish that bare minimum wasn't so impressive.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs. I know I do, and I know he disagrees. 

At this rate, we’ll be here all night. I start caressing my nipples to see if that helps. He doesn’t even notice.

I wonder if he’s even hard right now. Thus far, I have not found any evidence that he is actually attracted to women, but he puts on a good show. I wonder if the Task Force is enjoying the performance. 

Do they look down on Light for cheating on his fiancée? Do they feel disturbed by their intrusion into this private moment? Or do they feel lucky to be a part of this affair? Do they take pleasure in listening to the moans coming in through Light's bugs? Do they wish they had cameras to watch the show as well? Do they look at pictures of me and imagine what I must look like underneath my clothes?

Do they think of me when they come? I know a lot of men do. I try to stay off of those forums, except for when I crave the attention. 

I wonder if Misa knows about any of this. I’m sure Light has been feeding her lies about how he just has to work late because of the investigation. I’m sure he hasn’t breathed a word about me. I’m not sure if she’s desperate enough to believe him.

Sometimes, I hope she knows. Sometimes I hope she thinks about me when she lies all alone in bed, and I hope she feels angry about it. I hope she imagines her hands around my neck, choking the life out of me so she can have Light all to herself. I hope she imagines stabbing me through the heart with her stilettos high, or slitting my throat with a razor blade.

I don’t imagine killing her. I don’t think she deserves to die. I do imagine her hurting, but I'm never the one hurting her. I imagine her pretty little nails snapping, I imagine her dropping her last blue contact lens down the sink, I imagine her taking a tumble in front of the paparazzi for all to see. She’s so full of herself, and she deserves to be knocked down a peg.

Light continues his mediocre maneuver. He’s making eye contact with my belly button, as if he expects it to give him instructions. It remains silent.

Sometimes, I wish it was her here instead of Light. I wish she still had a notebook so she could be the one calling the shots. Or maybe she’d let me boss her around a little. I’d like that.

I shut my eyes. I wonder if Misa Amane knows how to eat pussy. 

Light keeps his face shaved bare and smoothly moisturized. It’s shockingly easy to imagine that it’s not him between my legs, it’s Misa. She’d have to tie back her hair or it would get all over the place. I could reach down and tug on it to guide her to the right spots. Would she need me to guide her?

I don’t think she’s ever considered it. I don’t think she’s ever let herself consider it.

I think she’d catch onto it very quickly.

I think about Misa looking up at me with her brown eyes, no contacts, and a moan slips from my lips. The first one I haven’t had to fake.

Light pauses to ask, “That feels good?”

“Of course,” I lie. His technique is so abysmal that its absence barely makes a dent in how I’m feeling. But I know my role, just like he knows his.

His tongue resumes its haphazard, confused meandering. Misa has never eaten pussy. I know this just by looking at her. She’d be haphazard like this at first, not sure what to do with it.

But she’d catch on quickly. Her perfect little lips would wrap around my clit and her pretty little nails would scrape on my thighs and she’d gasp Oh, Kiyomi, you taste so good! and she wouldn’t even need to lie about it. 

The harder I think about it, the easier it is to ignore the man below. 

Misa’s hands on my waist, reaching up to my chest. Misa working at me with her tongue and her fingertips. Misa snapping on gloves with padding so she could get in me without tearing me apart with her acrylics. Misa crooking her fingers just right. 

A wave of pleasure ripples through me, as if my G spot is actually being touched.

Misa would start it off slow. She’d start off with a nice, long kiss, her tongue melting into mine. She’d run her fingers through her hair and leave her lipstick all over my cheeks. She’d undress me like a doll, all delicate and graceful. She’d suck on my breasts till they were nearly too sore to put my bra back on at the end of the night. She’d worship every inch of her skin, and when I’d come, she’d drink it all up, deliciously. 

I’m close. I can feel the shivers running up my spine.

And after, I’d return the favor. She’d ask me to be rough and I’d oblige. I’d tear her clothes off hard enough to make her scared that I'm ripping out the seams, and I’d pin her hard to the bed and devour her. The next morning, she’d need foundation all over her neck to hide the marks I’d leave. 

I’d fuck the diva out of her. I’d make her come again and again until she was too tired to go on. I’d give her orgasms she didn’t even know she could have.

(Does Light even make her come? Does he bother to check?)

And at the end, when she’s all spent, I’d be sweet. I’d hold her tight against me and brush out her hair with her fingers. I’d have snacks prepared ahead of time, and she’d be so drained she’d forget she’s supposed to be on a diet. We could take a shower together, and I’d watch the makeup flow off of her face. For a moment, we’d just be ordinary women. 

I’m so close. The heat in my stomach is pulsing.

The second time, Misa would learn to be fierce. She’d tear my clothes off and return the bites I gave her, she’d ravish me with her teeth and claws. She’d bring me to the brink and then stop, torturing me with how long she’d draw it out. And finally, finally she’d finish what she started.

I’ll be ecstatic. I’ll be swept away by waves of pleasure, so strong that I forget which direction is up and down and left and right. My hips will shudder and my vision will go completely white.

My vision is completely white. 

When it clears, I’m disappointed to see Light’s pathetic face. He’s staring at me like he's seeing a Shinigami for the first time.

He’s figured out I’ve been faking it all along. I don’t care. 

We clean up. We get dressed. He departs. I go home.

I log onto my computer and run a few searches. I find Misa Amane’s personal email address.

She deserves better than that. I don’t even like her, but she deserves better.