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