Death Note Kink Meme - Fic
Kink: L has sex with a watermelon, then feeds the slices to Light.
OBVIOUSLY THIS IS NSFL but enjoy it anyways.
It wasn't that L was above having sex, he wasn't. He just simply couldn't find the time. He did, however, find that he always had time for sweets. Able to be enjoyed all day, everyday and especially while working, they had become like sex to him.
Delicious, convenient, satisfying.
They fulfilled any desire he had for sex, and for that he was grateful. The more of his mind he could put into his work, the better. As a matter of fact, years of sugar cubes, cakes, and overly-sugared coffee had managed to thwart any sexual desire he may have had.
And he had had a few. For any number of desirable young cops he worked with via web-cam, there were perfect opportunities for him to indulge in a bit of self-gratification. He could very easily slip his hand down his pants and work himself to orgasm, while this cop or that cop leaned, chest-forward, into the camera explaining to him what their thoughts on any particular case was. And no one would ever know.
But, every time he reached for his zipper, the light on his desk glistened off the icing on a piece of cake, and well...L had suddenly better things to do than give in to some animalistic desire.
He had cake to enjoy.
This was the way it always was, and probably always would have been if it hadn't been for Light Yagami taking it upon himself to murder hundreds of people every week. And to look so damn good while doing so. The first time L found himself sitting next to light, the chocolate cake he had been dreaming about seemed 1 percent less appealing. It was Light he was beginning to crave.
It was frustrating, yet not surprising, that Light did not fully succumb to L's advances. He instead would lead him on in minor, subtle ways, which usually resulted in L finding himself hungry more for Light's finger, than the pink frosting his number one suspect was seductively licking off of it.
When the teasing got to be more than L could handle and cake didn't taste as sweet anymore, he handcuffed Light to himself. It was believable to the rest of the Task Force that it was simply to keep an eye on Light, but Light knew better and played things up more than ever. L came to close to unlocking them from each other a few times for this reason alone, but the close proximity in which they had to sleep near each other resulted in L getting an earful of Light getting himself off almost nightly, so L thought better of it.
And this was how things continued for weeks. L was becoming distracted, focusing more on his desire to fuck Light than on the Kira case, and it was driving him mad. He knew he was falling into Light's trap, but what could he do? He was human, afterall.
When the Task Force had just about given up, and L had just about lost his mind, he un-cuffed himself from Light.
"Does this mean you finally believe I'm not Kira?"
L said nothing, just cuffed Light to a railing and headed towards the kitchen in an attempt to re-establish his love with sweets.
"Shit!.."
L rummaged through the cupboards frantically, assuming that the lack of sweets was a result of his sudden disinterest, but Watari should know better!
His eyes stopped on the fridge and he prayed to a god he was sure didn't exist, that there was something, anything, in there.
"Watermelon..."
L struggled to lift the large fruit out of the fridge and placed it on the floor. It had been a long time since he'd had any fruit, but he recalled watermelon being sweet...
....and pink, and moist....
L tried to talk himself out of it. But he couldn't. It was just too perfect. And as he scooped out a large hole with a spoon, and then gripped each side of the melon as he slipped his erection inside, he couldn't even be bothered to feel remotely perverse. It felt too good. Of course, if it had been sitting on the counter, instead of in the cold fridge, it probably would have been easier to imagine he was inside Light when he closed his eyes, but even so, the sheer thought of it sent him over the edge and he filled the fruit with some seed of his own.
A few minutes later, when L was handcuffed back to Light who was sitting on the floor enjoying the slices of watermelon that L had so thoughtfully brought out to him, L couldn't help but smile.
He had won this round. Whether Light knew it or not.
OBVIOUSLY THIS IS NSFL but enjoy it anyways.
It wasn't that L was above having sex, he wasn't. He just simply couldn't find the time. He did, however, find that he always had time for sweets. Able to be enjoyed all day, everyday and especially while working, they had become like sex to him.
Delicious, convenient, satisfying.
They fulfilled any desire he had for sex, and for that he was grateful. The more of his mind he could put into his work, the better. As a matter of fact, years of sugar cubes, cakes, and overly-sugared coffee had managed to thwart any sexual desire he may have had.
And he had had a few. For any number of desirable young cops he worked with via web-cam, there were perfect opportunities for him to indulge in a bit of self-gratification. He could very easily slip his hand down his pants and work himself to orgasm, while this cop or that cop leaned, chest-forward, into the camera explaining to him what their thoughts on any particular case was. And no one would ever know.
But, every time he reached for his zipper, the light on his desk glistened off the icing on a piece of cake, and well...L had suddenly better things to do than give in to some animalistic desire.
He had cake to enjoy.
This was the way it always was, and probably always would have been if it hadn't been for Light Yagami taking it upon himself to murder hundreds of people every week. And to look so damn good while doing so. The first time L found himself sitting next to light, the chocolate cake he had been dreaming about seemed 1 percent less appealing. It was Light he was beginning to crave.
It was frustrating, yet not surprising, that Light did not fully succumb to L's advances. He instead would lead him on in minor, subtle ways, which usually resulted in L finding himself hungry more for Light's finger, than the pink frosting his number one suspect was seductively licking off of it.
When the teasing got to be more than L could handle and cake didn't taste as sweet anymore, he handcuffed Light to himself. It was believable to the rest of the Task Force that it was simply to keep an eye on Light, but Light knew better and played things up more than ever. L came to close to unlocking them from each other a few times for this reason alone, but the close proximity in which they had to sleep near each other resulted in L getting an earful of Light getting himself off almost nightly, so L thought better of it.
And this was how things continued for weeks. L was becoming distracted, focusing more on his desire to fuck Light than on the Kira case, and it was driving him mad. He knew he was falling into Light's trap, but what could he do? He was human, afterall.
When the Task Force had just about given up, and L had just about lost his mind, he un-cuffed himself from Light.
"Does this mean you finally believe I'm not Kira?"
L said nothing, just cuffed Light to a railing and headed towards the kitchen in an attempt to re-establish his love with sweets.
"Shit!.."
L rummaged through the cupboards frantically, assuming that the lack of sweets was a result of his sudden disinterest, but Watari should know better!
His eyes stopped on the fridge and he prayed to a god he was sure didn't exist, that there was something, anything, in there.
"Watermelon..."
L struggled to lift the large fruit out of the fridge and placed it on the floor. It had been a long time since he'd had any fruit, but he recalled watermelon being sweet...
....and pink, and moist....
L tried to talk himself out of it. But he couldn't. It was just too perfect. And as he scooped out a large hole with a spoon, and then gripped each side of the melon as he slipped his erection inside, he couldn't even be bothered to feel remotely perverse. It felt too good. Of course, if it had been sitting on the counter, instead of in the cold fridge, it probably would have been easier to imagine he was inside Light when he closed his eyes, but even so, the sheer thought of it sent him over the edge and he filled the fruit with some seed of his own.
A few minutes later, when L was handcuffed back to Light who was sitting on the floor enjoying the slices of watermelon that L had so thoughtfully brought out to him, L couldn't help but smile.
He had won this round. Whether Light knew it or not.