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The hotel room was silent enough for a pindrop to echo. Not a single sound from the city below filtered through the thick windows, the walls. Light had confirmed as much, ensured they were entirely soundproof.
He didnβt like risks.
He calculated them.
Y/N stood near the blind blocked window, posture composed, back straight despite the obvious tension threading her shoulders. She didnβt speak, didnβt move. She wouldnβt dare-- not until he acknowledged her.
Light poured himself a glass of water at the counter in the edge of the room. Calm. Controlled.
βYou arrived on time,β he said without turning around.
Her voice came soft. but certain. βYou asked for me. I wouldnt have made you wait.β
He took a sip, then set the glass down. The faintest smile touched his lips. βBlind obedience. Anyone would be reasonable enough to consider thatβ¦ stupid.β
βI donβt think its stupid to believe in something greater than myself.β
He turned to face her.
Y/N held his gazeβhands still clasped before, waiting. She looked at him the way others looked at icons in magazines.
Light stepped closer. βAnd youβre certain Iβm that something greater?β
βYouβre not βsomething,ββ she murmured. βYouβre everything.β
There was a long pause. Then he laughed. Delighted. Deranged.
βSo youre not a supporterβyouβre a radical.β
βIf thats what you want to call me.β
Lightβs expression shifted, something analytical flickering behind his eyes. He looked at her like a test result exactly as expected.
βFanaticism,β he mused, βisnβt inherently useful. It burns out quickly. But devotion? Obedience? That lasts.β
He stepped into her space. Not roughly, not with heatβjust presence. Purpose. His eyes didnβt drop to her lips, or her dress. He looked straight into her like he was examining her soul.
βTell me,β he said quietly. βHow far would you go to prove your loyalty?β
She didnβt hesitate. βAs far as you ask.β
βYouβd die for me?β
βIβd rather live for you,β she whispered, βbut yes. If you wanted my death, Id offer it.β
Lightβs head tilted slightly. βI donβt require your death. That would be wasteful.β
He brushed a hand through his hair, casual. Calculated.
βBut I do require your obedience.β
βOkay.β
He stepped back half a pace, just enough to assess her properly. There was no fear in her, no attempt to seduce him, no nervous laughter to soften the tension. She was serious.
That was rare. And valuable. He could almost calculate all the ways he could use her to seem innocent. To make everyone understand that Kira was god on earth.Β
βTake off your coat,β he said.
She obeyed immediately, slipping the black wool from her shoulders. Her dress clung modestly to her frame, but the exposure was deliberate. Intentional submission.
He gestured with a glance. βOn the chair.β
She did, then returned to stand before him.
He circled her once, slowly. His footsteps were quiet on the carpet, each movement deliberate. Not as a man tempted by beauty. But as a god testing the defects of an offering.
βYouβre very calm,β he said from behind her. βMost people shake under pressure. Especially women like you-- young, eager, idealistic.β
She didnβt flinch.
βOn your knees.β
She lowered herself to the carpet like sheβd rehearsed it. No hesitation.Β
He stepped in front of her. Her gaze lingering at his shoes.
βLook at me,β he said.
She did.
There was that suffocating silence again. He let it stretch, watching her. Her lips were parted slightly. Her pupils dilated. Her hands rested neatly on her thighs.
Light touched her chin, tilting her face up just slightly. βYoure cute when you know your place.β
A shiver passed through her.
βTell me,β he said softly. βWho do you belong to?β
βTo you,β she breathed. βTo Kira.β
βSay it properly.β
She straightened slightly, eyes glassy with reverence. βYou are Kira. You are my god.β
Light smiled. Not indulgently. Not cruelly. But with a quiet, terrible, psychopathic satisfaction.
Control began before a word was ever spoken.
Light turned away-- sat on the edge of the bed, legs parted, sleeves rolled just enough to seem casual, collar still buttoned. His belt remained fastened. He hadnβt so much as loosened his tie.
He didnβt need to.
Her eyes followed every subtle motion of hisβlike he was gravity and she was barely resisting orbit.
βI didnβt ask you here for this,β he said, his tone even, smooth. βBut I expected it.β
Y/N swallowed. βIf itβs not what you wantββ
βI didnβt say that,β he interrupted gently. βYou misunderstand me.β
He tilted his head, studying her. βDevotion has many forms. Some people offer praise. Others offer service. But... there are ones who offer themselves without being told.β
Her breath caught.
βI want to see what kind of believer you are,β he said. βIf your faith in me is more than words. If itβs... instinct.β
She nodded slowly, a flush spreading across her cheeks. βLet me show you.β
Light didnβt touch her. He didnβt need to.
βThen show me.β
She moved. Carefully, like every motion was sacred. Her fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress. She pulled it down, and her eyes never left his.
The dress slid from her body and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it and stood thereβbare, trembling, yet completely still. Waiting.
He simply watched her, back straight, watching her like a king accepting an offering.
She moved to himβcrawling onto his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, the heat of her body meeting the cold of his. Her fingers reached for his belt, but paused.
He raised a brow.
βYes,β he said simply.
She undid it with care, tugging just enough to free him, but not daring to ask for more. He didnβt rush her. He let her discover him. Let her choose this.
And in that silence, she believed it was her decision.
She practically gaped for a moment, just holding him, stroking him lightly until her got hard. And when he did, she carefully pulled the fabric of her underwear to the side, sinking down on him, it was slowβachingly so. Her mouth fell open, hands gripping his shirt for balance. He didnβt grunt, didnβt pant, didnβt lose control, show enjoyment. His hands stayed firm on her hips, fingers pressing lightly into skin.
As she seated herself fully, her eyes closed, overwhelmed.
βYou feel that?β he murmured, lips close to her ear. βThatβs not pleasure. Thatβs purpose.β
She moaned softly, her body already trembling. She moved cautiously, carefully, as if afraid to disappoint him.
He didnβt thrustβhe guided. Subtle shifts of his hands, the tension in his thighs beneath her, kept her rhythm exactly where he wanted it.
βEvery part of you,β he whispered, βwas made for this. To serve. For me.β
She whimpered, clutching the fabric of his shirt. βI want to serve you. I want to be enough.β
His voice was a caress and a leash all at once. βYou are. Right now, you are. Your god.β
The praise was soft but surgical. She rode him with more urgency now, the slap of her thighs against his fabric shielded ones audible in the stillness of the room. Her breath stuttered, skin glowing in the low, flickering light (ha! what an amazing double entendre! im such a good writer!! and i totally dont feel corny at all!).
He brushed her hair back with careful fingers. Let her think it was tenderness.
In truth, he was watching her eyes. Calculating. Measuring how far sheβd go. If it was true loyalty, or dumb desperation.Β
For validation, for love, for purpose.
βYou were always going to end up here,β he said. βWorshiping me. Giving yourself to something greater. You were meant to serve.β
She buried her face into his neck, moaning softly as she moved faster. βYesβ¦ YesβLight, pleaseββ
βSay it properly.β
βKira,β she gasped. βGodβmy godββ
βThatβs better.β
Her walls clenched around him, her entire body shaking. She was close, and he knew it. He tilted his head down, voice lowering to a purr.
βYou donβt need my permission,β he whispered. βYou already have my favor.β
That pushed her over. She broke apart with a soft, choked cry, burying herself in his chest. Her entire body convulsed around him, pleasure rippling through her in waves.
He let her come undone.
He didnβt move to finish. Not yet.
Instead, he ran a hand slowly down her back, tracing her spine with careful fingers.
βYou did well,β he murmured against her temple. βYou should be proud.β
She whimpered, still catching her breath, her forehead pressed against the collar of his shirt. His scent surrounded herβclean, sharp, untouched.
βYouβ¦ You didnβt finish,β she said, dazed.
βI will,β he said calmly. βWhen I choose to.β
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, voice honey-sweet.
βBut donβt worry. Youβve pleased me. Youβve proven your worth.β
She looked up at him, dazed and glowing. Her eyes sparkled, lips parted. She thought she mattered.
AN: Yes guys, im back from my vacation! so the little hiatus on the fics is done and im gonna go back to being consistent. This is kind of a deranged way to come back from a break, ngl! I wouldve written but i left my laptop at home and i CANNOT stand writing on a phone, plus my fonts and separators and all that bs was on my laptop. but i drew a lot! more art content coming soon fs. I know yall dc but i thought i should let u guys knaur.
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Boom. More Death note merch... Will be available on my shop (in like June...) but also at MCM May, Doujima Singapore, and Amikon Dublin next month wahouuu!!
They'll be borderless also, always scared to try that effect but it looks so cooooool