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“Ryuuzaki, I want you to have sex with me.”
The man seated awkwardly on a stool across the breakfast bar pauses mid-chew, the unbitten half of a strawberry still delicately held in front of his mouth. He stares at her.
The blonde inhales, forcing herself to believe it calms her. She makes her way around the bar and winces as she gingerly lowers herself onto a stool near the man. She notices his eyes flick down to the lower half of her body when her expression changes, but he says nothing.
Ryuuzaki slowly resumes his chewing.
“Perhaps Misa is confusing me with Light now that he is no longer chained to me,” he reasons slowly. “He should be on the floor below yours—"
“No, I want you to have sex with me,” Misa states firmly. Confidently, she reminds herself. Tenacity is key. The man stares at her again. She needs to keep control of this conversation. She needs information. “Have you ever had sex with anyone before, Ryuuzaki?”
After a beat of silence, he nods slowly. No elaboration.
“Was it with a girl?” She questions. Control.
A long moment goes past without any words spoken. He doesn’t even blink.
“Ryuuzaki?” She intones.
Stare.
Misa blows out an impatient breath. “Okay then. Are you any good at it?”
Silence. He just keeps staring at her. What’s wrong with him? Why won’t he say anything? Do not panic, she tells herself. He is strange and you already knew that. His freakish black eyes look wary as he carefully places the rest of the strawberry in his mouth. He looks as if he has encountered an unpredictable animal. “Are you hurt?” He asks around the strawberry, ignoring her question.
“What?” Misa asks too quickly. “No, of course not. Answer my question.”
His stare shifts into something more analytical. The change in his expression is profound and it makes her heart sink—she no longer has the upper hand in this conversation. She can already feel her confidence from before begin to wane. He is quiet for a calculating moment.
“Misa Misa is injured. Why would she lie about it?” He muses, placing an index finger to his lips. She could practically see the ridiculous percentages forming behind his eyes.
“Ryuuzaki, I’m not hurt!” She says loudly, a touch too defensive. “Why won’t you answer me?”
“Because this is more important,” he says simply. He straightens out one leg to rest on the stool closest to Misa, then stands on his current stool to switch seats. He crouches on his new perch and leans forward, invading her personal space, eyeballs inches away from her own. His face is completely out of focus. “Does Light know Misa is down here? It is quite late.”
Misa leans back on her stool, wanting distance between them immediately. “Why does it matter?”
“Avoidance is abnormal behavior for Misa, as are these questions regarding my sex life,” he states. “It is also unusual for Misa to be found anywhere in the building outside of her own floor without Light.” He leans forward even more. His face is so close that his eyes flick between hers, unable to maintain normal eye contact. “There is a sixty-eight percent chance that these uncharacteristic occurrences are related.”
The blonde rolls her eyes exaggeratedly, attempting to hide her obvious discomfort at his proximity. “Whatever, Ryuuzaki. Forget I said anything.” She slides off her stool with forced nonchalance, the movement bringing a small grimace to her delicate features. She starts to walk out the door she came in.
“Misa,” he calls out patiently. She agitatedly turns back around, hands on her hips.
Pause.
“Why do you want me to have sex with you?”
Pause.
“Education,” she replies brusquely.
She is met once more with a stare, this one more blank than the rest. Misa waits a few awkward moments for a response and, after not receiving one, turns on her heel to walk back out the door, cringing all the way back to her room.
≠
It took Misa ages to fall asleep. She stared at the ceiling, eyes drifting in and out of focus, thoughts meandering back to the night before, Light’s angry grunts reverberating in her skull. Once she did finally find peace and slumber, she was woken by something shifting on her bed. Misa cracked one eye open carefully, and then flung both open in shock, shrieking loudly.
“Ryuuzaki!” She hisses at the man crouched atop her mattress, far too close for Misa’s comfort. “What are you doing here?!”
“When Misa says education-“ he continues their previous conversation as if no time had passed. “Is she implying she wants knowledge of the methods I use during intercourse?” He asks. “Or is it something else?” He looks down at his feet on the bedspread. He starts again, employing a separate train of thought. “Is Misa Misa a virgin?”
Misa sputters. “No! No Ryuuzaki—”
“It is quite alright if she is.” He looks back up to her eyes. They’re shining in the dim light of her bedroom. “Virginity is merely a social construct created by men in power to keep women—"
“I’m not a virgin!” God.
He has no immediate response, so Misa sits up on her bed, shifting backwards to lean against the headboard. Her loose t-shirt is bunched up under the covers and she wears only panties otherwise, so she secures the blanket around her hips to preserve her modesty. The blonde looks down at her fingernails, forearms resting across her comforter, suddenly feeling timid.
She can feel his eyes resting on her face. Misa does not want to give him the satisfaction of eye contact. Frankly, she does not feel she could at the moment.
“I want to learn about how to have… sex,” she struggles with the word. “With you. So I can be better at it for Light.”
There is silence on his end for a moment, but she refuses to look up. Shyness does not sit well with Misa.
After several beats, he asks, “And what makes Misa think I am qualified for the job?”
Feeling defensive, she crosses her arms across her chest, wanting to put a physical barrier between the two of them. “Because you’re, like, stupidly smart,” she states. “And you are also a pervert, so you probably know everything about things like…” She waves her fingers from where they are secured across her chest. “-like that. I want to know what you know about… you know.”
“Sex,” he supplies for no reason.
Misa clicks her tongue and then rolls her eyes, finally lifting her face from its downcast position. “Yes, Ryuuzaki. That.”
The man stares at her face. Misa does not know what to do with her features, so she keeps her face blank. Well, as blank as she can manage. The blonde doesn’t feel comfortable discussing this. It took her twenty minutes of hyping herself up just to approach the strange man in the first place, and now he wants to talk about doing it like it’s nothing and Misa is not okay with that because she just woke up and she is feeling disoriented and people don’t just talk about sex. She feels so uncomfortable discussing this, why can’t he make this quick?
“Misa is rather immature,” the raven-haired man states, quite unhelpfully.
Misa feels her face heat up. She is thankful for the darkness of her bedroom.
“If you don’t want to do it, all you have to do is say so!”
“I never said that,” he insists.
She is feeling embarrassed and impatient and done with this conversation.
Really, Misa does not feel she is asking for a lot. Many people would kill to be in his position, if her late-nights consisting of browsing Misa Misa! online forums were any indication. All she wants is to please her man. Her Light. She wants things to be better with him than last night, she can’t do that again. No, she needs to keep him by her side and to do that, Misa needs to be more prepared than she was before, and L is the key to making that happen.
She doesn’t want Light upset with her again.
“What then? What are you saying, Ryuuzaki?”
He looks at her. He really looks at her, his eyes penetrating hers. He has such a heavy intensity to him, it’s as if there’s another person in the room. It makes her uncomfortable, even more than she already is. She looks around in the darkness frantically, avoiding his eyes, turning her face slightly to the left, looking for something, anything, to distract her. The silence drags on for what feels like forever. She flicks her eyes back to his for a quick second, only to find that his remain unchanged, still intently boring into hers. Looking for something.
Finally, something in his eyes clicks.
“Alright,” he says.
Misa freezes.
“Alright, what?” She asks.
“Alright, I’ll have sex with Misa.”
Something… yes, something flits through her body, tingling and branching. Nervousness? Excitement?
Dread?
Misa schools her face into something passive. Professional. She aims for an ‘ah, I’ve been expecting this answer all along’ expression. She nods once.
“Of course,” the blonde says calmly. This is exactly what she had been expecting all along, yes—
Abruptly, Ryuuzaki drops to his knees from his crouch and his hands start working on his jeans, pushing them down his hips.
Misa scrambles away from him, panicked. “Ryuuzaki! What are you doing?!”
Only his eyes move, darting up to hers from where they were downcast. His hands pause. “I am going to have sex with Misa,” he states.
The model sputters, disbelieving. “Not right now!”
Ryuuzaki lifts his head in confusion. “When, then? Now seems like a perfectly acceptable time,” he tells her, frustration seeping into his tone. “Misa is already undressed and it won’t take me long to disrobe as well—”
“I just— Ryuuzaki, stop taking your jeans off!” She doesn’t think she could keep the horror from her face even if she tried.
His hands leave his jeans completely, leaving them unbuttoned and loose on his hips.
“Okay,” Misa breathes out. “Okay, let’s restart.”
The detective stares at her, waiting.
“We are going to do… it,” she cringes internally as she speaks. “But we are not going to do it tonight. I need to bathe first and be…” she trails off, looking at his face. Blank. “I just need to prepare for it, alright?”
He is quiet for a moment, and then he nods once. “If that is what Misa needs, then that is what shall happen,” he tells her, refastening his baggy jeans. He resumes his crouch. “Tomorrow evening?”
Misa feels some tension leave her shoulders.
“Yes, yeah, that- uh,” Misa clears her throat. “That would be acceptable.”
The raven-haired man watches her for a moment, vague dubiousness seeping into his eyes.
“Watari will run Misa a bath, please come to my quarters whenever is appropriate.” And with that, he stands, stands, on her bed and walks across it to step off. A muted thud sounds out as his foot hits the carpet. He slouches to her bedroom door and opens it, turning only slightly so he is watching her from the very corner of his eye.
“Until tomorrow, Misa.”
The blonde watches him close the door, mindful of the sound. Once the door is shut, she hears nothing. No footsteps, no talking, nothing.
She lets her body fall back onto the bed.
Fuck.
≠
Misa steps out of the elevator, walking down the hallway that leads to the investigation headquarters. The model has an intense desire to spend time with Light before her night with Ryuuzaki. It is near lunch time and, while she knows Light well enough that he will probably work through his lunch, she still wants his time and attention when she can get it and lunch seems like an appropriate time.
The blonde rounds the corner and sees Matsuda animatedly chatting with Mogi and Aizawa while Soichiro silently tends to their case files. On the other side of the room, Ryuuzaki and Light sit in separate chairs, handcuff chain no longer between them. Misa’s body feels so full and happy at the sight of Light. Her Light. She starts skipping toward them.
“Light!” She sings. The brunet manages to turn around just in time for Misa to crash her body into his, looping her arms around his neck. “How are you doing, my love?” The model asks as she maneuvers herself onto his lap. She is thankful there is no sharp stab of pain in her pelvis—it is more a dull ache now—so she is better able to control her expression.
Light sighs. “Misa, we’ve been over this.”
Misa puts a finger to her lips, dramatically playing dumb. “Been over what?” She makes her eyes wide and pleading, wanting to pull at his heart strings. All she wants is some attention, is that so much to ask? She thinks not.
Unfortunately, he does not even look at her face. “We are working right now, Misa,” he tells her as he begins pulling her arms from around his neck. “We don’t have time for this.”
Misa pouts, crossing her arms across her chest. She is just about to respond when Matsuda cuts in.
“Misa Misa!” He cheers, only just noticing her presence.
Cross or not, Misa is always happy to see Matsuda. “Hi Matsu,” she beams, reaching her arms out for a hug while she sits on Light’s lap. He jogs over to her and pulls her into a pleasant embrace, made slightly awkward due to her position on Light’s lap and the way the brunet leans away from them in vague distaste.
She engages Matsuda in lively conversation—the man truly is vibrant in every way, she thinks to herself. He is so open and warm and easy to love. Like a dog. As he regales colorful anecdotes from the weekend prior with wild gesticulations and theatrical facial expressions, she watches him with genuine warmth in her eyes. She responds appropriately and exaggeratedly and she almost forgets she is sitting on Light’s lap.
She feels her skin start to prickle, the same it does when she finds a spider or feels she is being watched. Misa turns her head slightly as Matsuda chats and in her periphery, she can see Ryuuzaki. Her eyes meet his, and his stare is completely unwavering.
Something fascinated and vaguely sinister sits behind his charcoal eyes. She feels like an ant under his sunlit magnifying glass. Misa sits there, frozen to Light’s lap, waiting for something to happen. The detective unknowingly leans forward in his crouch just the slightest bit, lost in his head, thumb to his lips. Her eyes drop to his lips, thin and moist pressed to his digit.
“—right, Misa?”
Misa blinks.
“Oh, right Matsu! You’re so right!” She forces out a giggle for authenticity. Misa has no idea what he was talking about. She suddenly needs to get out of here.
“Anyway, it was great seeing you guys!” Misa stands from Light’s lap. If anyone notices her abruptness, no one mentions it. “I’ll see you later, Light,” she breathes out his name like a wish and kisses his cheek.
The model makes a hasty exit, briskly rounding the corner for the hallway, decidedly not turning around.
What has she gotten herself into?
≠
The large, almond-shaped tub is filled with pleasantly warm water. As Misa steps lightly into the bath, she notices the water has a silky, slippery texture to it—Watari must have added Epsom salts or perhaps an oil to the bath. There are various candles lit around the tub that smell sweetly of vanilla, giving the room a warm amber glow. She lowers herself into the bath more fully, wincing despite herself as her bottom makes contact with the floor of the tub. She splashes water up onto her shoulders, and her thoughts wander back to Light and his cold bedroom from a few nights prior. She flinches slightly as sensory memory of harsh hands and rough grunts flood through her.
Light loves me, she thinks. I just need to be more educated next time.
He will be so happy when he sees what I’ve learned, she tells herself. She cannot wait to make him see what she is capable of. If Ryuuzaki can show her the right moves, she can satisfy her man and be the girlfriend he needs. He is so handsome. He has these golden auburn eyes that remind her of sunsets. His laugh is warm and attractive and he dresses so—
Her thoughts flick back to the other night.
She shakes her head. Light loves me, she reaffirms. He loves me and no one else.
She splashes water over her bare chest and shoulders once more, hunching further into the water. Misa looks around the room again. She notices how this room is a stark contrast to Light’s dark utilitarian bedroom. With how gloomy and detached Ryuuzaki seems, she would assume that he would have a living space more to the likes of Light’s pragmatic bedroom. In reality, however, Light’s glow and warmth is muddled by his environment, whereas Ryuuzaki is the opposite. Ryuuzaki, it seems, has a taste for luxury. It’s as if they swapped places, Misa muses.
Her thoughts are interrupted by Ryuuzaki shuffling into the room.
“Watari has assured me that we shall be left alone. The taskforce has been sent home for the night,” he informs her in his soft monotone. He raises his thumb to his lips and speaks around it. “Is the bath to Misa’s liking?”
Misa crosses her arms protectively over herself, feeling self-conscious.
“The water is fine. I normally have music and bubbles in my baths, but it’s… What are you doing, Ryuuzaki?”
The detective’s shirt flops to the floor. He begins unfastening his baggy jeans. “I am joining Misa in her bath.”
“Why?”
Ryuuzaki’s jeans drop to the pearly tile, falling right past his legs. He places his thumbs in the waistband of his loose boxer shorts. “To get clean, and to help Misa get clean.” His expression says that he doubts Misa’s intelligence. He shoves his shorts down his skinny, pale thighs and slouches toward the bath, completely nude. Misa holds a hand up to retain some sense of decency in this situation.
“But—but getting clean is sort of private, Ryuuzaki!” She hisses at him, glaring at the water. “Light does not take baths with me, and he knows a thing or two about hygiene. Unlike some people,” she says pointedly.
He lowers his body into the water gracefully, situating himself against the opposite side of the tub from the blonde. He stays in his hunched position, arms wrapped lazily around his shins, knees protruding from the surface of the water. She lifts her face to his, and his dumb, giant eyes stare at her. “Light knows many things,” he allows. “But he knows nothing of intimacy.”
Misa blows out some air, flicking some golden hair from her eyes and looks back at him defiantly. “And you do?” She challenges.
A small smirk emerges on Ryuuzaki’s stupid face. “I do.”
She huffs and looks to the wall. “You really are a pervert.”
Ryuuzaki says nothing in return, he only stares at her a moment longer before letting his head drop so it hangs off the side of the tub. His posture loosens further, his knees falling apart slightly and his hands drop to his sides under the water. Not that she was looking at Ryuuzaki’s body under the water or anything. She is not a pervert like him.
Things are quiet in the bath for a moment before Ryuuzaki lifts his head and reaches for some body wash that was set beside the tub. He begins slathering some on his upper arms.
“This is an unscented body wash, Misa,” he tells her casually.
“Okay,” she sounds out. He throws her a look. “And?”
He unconcernedly rubs soap on his torso, hands curling around his own shoulders. “And I have been told that women should not use soap with fragrance on their genitals,” he states. Misa gapes at him. Ryuuzaki continues in that same casual tone. “In fact, women should not use soap in their genitals whatsoever as it may upset the pH balance in the vagina.”
“Ryuuzaki!” Misa shrieks, covering her ears. “Stop talking!”
He stops washing himself for a moment and levels her with an unimpressed look. “Misa, you should not be so sensitive to such language. If one cannot speak of sex, one should not have sex,” he says resolutely. He reaches for the soap once more as he continues nonchalantly. “And that is what we shall be doing, yes?”
“Yes, Ryuuzaki,” she grinds out, dropping her hands from her ears. “But you don’t need to be such a creep about it.”
Ryuuzaki merely shrugs and that’s that. He continues to cleanse his body; his movements disturb the water so it laps gently around Misa’s arms where they are now resting by her sides. She is stubbornly not making eye contact with the black mop of hair across from her.
“Is Misa going to clean herself?” She hears him ask.
“Not while you’re watching.”
“And why is that?”
Misa hesitates. “I have… parts I need to clean,” she tells him, flustered. “And I don’t want some weirdo watching me do it!” She could feel her cheeks start to heat up and she lifts her eyes to glare at him. The skin around his eyes is crinkled slightly in amusement.
“Let’s see… the last shower Misa took was this morning, was it not?” He lifts an index finger to his lips, eyes rolling toward the ceiling. “Yes, I believe that is correct. And given how Misa did not perform any strenuous activity today, nor is she menstruating, she should—”
“Ryuuzaki! Enough!” Her cheeks are bright red now. Ryuuzaki’s eyes drop down to hers once more. There is a fond warmth in them as he watches her face in silence.
She huffs, crossing her arms once more and glares at the tile beside the tub. After a few beats of silence, she feels Ryuuzaki wrap his fingers around her ankles.
“Misa, I would like to help you clean yourself.”
“Like hell you will, Ryuuzaki!” She yells, attempting to pull her ankles from his grip.
“This is not a sexual activity, Misa. An important aspect of sexual intercourse is proper personal hygiene, and I wish to be of service.” His huge eyes are wide and sincere. “If you would like me to educate you on sexual matters, it is necessary that we begin correctly.” She slowly uncrosses her arms and maintains eye contact.
After a beat of silence, Misa responds. “You can wash my feet,” she permits reluctantly. “But only my feet!”
“I can wash feet,” he nods.
Ryuuzaki shifts his legs so they are now crossed and folded under the water. He places her right foot atop his shins and he squirts body wash into his palms. The black-haired man lifts her foot from the water and begins cleansing it by driving a thumb down her arch. His other hand comes up and massages the top of her foot, gentle and confident. His ghoulish, spindly fingers are actually pretty good at this, she realizes.
Whatever, she thinks. This doesn’t mean anything.
There are a few minutes of silence while Ryuuzaki works. Misa is feeling surprisingly relaxed—much more than what she was expecting to feel. As he gingerly places her foot back into the water to grab the other one, she leans back against the side of the tub and sighs contentedly, closing her eyes. Her mind wanders back to Light and his radiant eyes and unforgiving hands.
She is broken out of her small reverie when Ryuuzaki’s hands begin to massage up her calf, squeezing the thick muscle there and massaging under her knee. Misa opens her eyes to watch Ryuuzaki.
“That’s not my foot.”
Ryuuzaki looks up to catch her eyes, but his hands do not cease.
“I recognize that.”
His eyes do not move from hers as his hands continue to press into her calf, movements made slippery by soap and water. His eyes are giant and intense and creepy and dark and they bore into her eyes and she misses Light’s eyes. His eyes are not as… unnerving as Ryuuzaki’s. She must do this for Light. She must do this for their love.
She relaxes back against the tub once more and allows him to work. His hands are surprisingly strong, given how gawky his fingers seem. They rub firmly up and down, reaching a bit higher with each pass down her leg. His eyes are still glued to hers, watching her face. She resolutely does not change her features, not giving him the satisfaction of affected facial expressions. Instead, she looks down at the water and watches the thin layer of soap swirl on the surface.
“Misa, how many times have you had sex with Light?”
She feels tingling rise again on her cheeks. She does not move her eyes from the water. “Once.”
His hands pause. “Have you had any other partners besides Light?”
The burn intensifies under her cheekbones. “No,” she mumbles.
His pale hands remain still, one atop her right knee, the other curled around her left calf. He does not move for several moments, but she is reluctant to meet his eyes. His voice breaks the silence.
“Are you positive you are comfortable with what we are about to do, Misa?”
Misa stays quiet for a moment, and then exhales. No point in lying to him.
“No, I’m not comfortable with this. But I need to do it.” She finally raises her eyes to meet Ryuuzaki’s own. “I need to do it for Light.”
His brow sets into a stern expression. Here we go.
“I am not having sex for the sake of martyrdom. You must be comfortable with this, otherwise this is not happening.”
She huffs out a breath. “Ryuuzaki, I think you are an ugly pervert who sits weird and bites his nails, so no, I am not comfortable with this,” she pauses. “But I also think you are really smart and I think you can help me with my problem with Light,” she tells him matter-of-factly. “I want to do this for him.”
His deadpan expression is immobile. “So this is purely for education,” he monotones.
She nods confidently. “Yes.”
“And you are perfectly alright with having sex with me, despite your aversion to my appearance.”
Misa takes a breath and then nods again. “Yes.”
And with that, his hands resume their journey on her legs, however they are definitively directed upwards this time around. “Then we shall continue,” he nods.
Disturbing the water, he scoots his body toward hers and opens her thighs. His lifts one of her legs to rest it on the outside of the tub, and after doing the same to the other leg, he props her butt on his legs under the water. She feels extremely exposed in this position, oh god. She covers her eyes with her wet hands.
Ryuuzaki squirts more body wash into his palms and then runs his hands down her thighs, thumbs pressing into the crease where her legs meet her hips. She feels him rub his thumbs up and down that crease, massaging firmly. He begins to spread her labia slightly with each motion of his thumbs. The sheer intimacy of the situation makes her want to never remove her hands from her eyes. Light never did this—Light’s face never went anywhere near this part of her body.
She feels his hands drop lower and curl underneath her thighs, just under the curve of her ass. His thumbs are still spreading her open slightly as they work. Suddenly, conspicuously, his hands halt altogether.
A few seconds roll by awkwardly as nothing happens. She feels him start to deliberately prod at her folds, pulling and spreading delicately.
“What? What is it?” She demands, keeping her eyes covered.
“Light tore you.”
It takes a moment for that sentence to sink in for Misa. She slowly drops her hands to watch his face. Ryuuzaki looks… well, he looks angry. Really angry. He was not looking at her face, still inspecting her nether regions.
“What do you mean, he tore me?”
“You have a freshly healing scar coming from your anus.” His eyes flick up to hers. They are quietly furious. “You didn’t mention anything about anal sex, Misa.” His voice was his usual monotone, not reflecting the anger that was currently pooling in his eyes.
Suddenly, Misa felt defensive. How dare he judge her like this?
“It’s not your business what I do with my boyfriend, Ryuuzaki,” she says coolly. She felt surprisingly indignant, given her current position in the tub.
“It’s not—” he stops. “Misa. Anal sex can be very painful and dangerous if done incorrectly. Once you have an open wound—"
The blonde cuts him off. “It doesn’t matter, Ryuuzaki! It’s done! Leave it alone!”
Silence. His mouth sets into a flat line, heavy disapproval emanating from his eyes. He looks back down to inspect her injury.
“You do not appear to be infected,” he tells her. His eyes meet hers once more. “Did he use a condom?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, Ryuuzaki,” she exasperates.
The black-haired man did not let up. “Did he penetrate you vaginally after anal intercourse?”
She shakes her head. “No, he… he was done after he switched to… that.”
Ryuuzaki fell silent once more. His eyes drop back down to her pelvis, and she feels a thumb begin to gently rub along her healing wound. It felt tremendously intimate and… nice.
“I assume he did not ask for your permission to do that,” he spoke, his voice low and pensive. It was not a question.
Misa hesitates a moment before shaking her head anyway, and Ryuuzaki did not even look up to see her response.
“Sex should not be endured,” he states. He raises his eyes to hers. “And that is what I will be teaching you tonight.”
Without further ado, his hands slide up from behind to lay flat atop her split thighs, index fingers nestled into the crease where her thighs meet her pelvis. His thumbs rub along her labia, spreading her folds and massaging up and down, up and down. His expression is one of passive determination—his eyes are set and resolute, however his lips are parted slightly, softening his features.
His thumbs begin to creep inwards, still rubbing smoothly along her folds, squeezing the flesh between his thumbs and forefingers slightly, and he continues this for several minutes. Misa’s skin is still waxed smooth from when Light told her to do it before, so his movements glide nicely along her skin. The blonde relaxes back into the water. She keeps her face passive—she still does not want to give him any satisfaction of looking affected by this, she is far too stubborn for that—but she does feel better with Ryuuzaki than she did before. She is actually feeling a little better than better, if she were being honest with herself. If she were being really honest with herself, she would recognize that maybe she is feeling a little flushed, and maybe Ryuuzaki isn’t as ugly as he was a few minutes ago.
Before she realizes it, her hand moves forward of its own volition and sweeps Ryuuzaki’s wild hair from his eyes. He looks up at her briefly before returning to the task at hand, so to speak. His shoulders move a little from where he is nestled between her thighs as he massages. His hands are very careful to not advance any further—he is massaging her and nothing more. Misa is just… feeling things. She has been massaged before—she hopes to one day have her own personal masseuse if her modeling career takes off like she wants it to—but any massage she has ever had pales in comparison to this one. She feels hot and her pelvis feels… throbby? Her parts feel warm and tingly. It’s as if there is an itch where Ryuuzaki is massaging and he is not doing quite enough to scratch it. She is like a sponge full of water and he has hardly wrung any water out.
This has quickly escalated from relaxing to maddening. Locking her eyes on his downcast ones, she begins to move her hips with his sure, confident movements. Her expression remains immobile. He looks up at her, a question in his eyes, and stills his hands.
“Do you wish to proceed, Misa?”
Misa is silent for a moment before nodding her head. Without preamble, the raven-haired man turns around to pull the plug from the drain and then lifts Misa’s butt from his shins.
“Then let us proceed.”
While Misa struggles to get her legs back into the tub, Ryuuzaki stands. She glances up on reflex and gets quite the eyeful as Ryuuzaki is still naked and still strangely hunched and still pale as ever and still naked oh my god I took a bath with Ryuuzaki. The thought hits her like a train, and a wave of vertigo crashes over her. This feels so surreal suddenly and she takes a moment to sit in the bath as the water level lowers. The Ryuuzaki—the frog-like oddity who eats cake and chains himself to his suspects—is here, naked, in a bathroom that she is also naked in and he is…
Handing her a towel.
“Here, Misa. Take your time drying off,” he tells her and saunters out of the room, naked as the day he was born, dripping water onto the tile. Misa’s arm is raised, holding a fluffy ivory towel, staring in shock. His departure jumpstarts her into action, however, and she stands in the tub. Her hair is still dry—she did already shower today, after all—so she wraps the towel around her torso, tucking it under her arms. Misa walks to the large, lavish set of mirrors in the bathroom. There are three of them, so she can view herself from all angles. Her face is flushed. Her eyes look bright and shiny. Misa schools her face into something more truly impassive—she believed she was doing a better job of that than she had been.
She stares a moment longer at her reflection before unwrapping the towel from her body and meticulously drying off every inch of her skin, from her bare shoulders to between her wriggling toes. She can feel her body calming down from Ryuuzaki’s massage, and she feels cleaner than she did before. After feeling so vulnerable in the tub, what with Ryuuzaki’s unexpected company and their conversation about Light, she is finally starting to feel her usual bubbly confidence slip back into her body. I am Misa Amane, she tells herself. I can do this for Light.
Once she is fully dry, she wraps the towel around herself once more and steps lightly into the adjoining bedroom where Ryuuzaki is spread out atop the bedspread completely nude staring at the ceiling, each limb pointing toward each respective corner of the bed. His eyes flick down to hers at her entry.
“I was thinking Misa could be on top,” he states without preamble.
Misa looks dubiously at the man spread like a starfish on the mattress.
“Why? Light was on top when we did it before.”
The detective pushes himself up so he is leaning on his elbows, regarding her more fully.
“I’m sure he was,” he says lightly. “But you are going to have control here.”
The blonde wrinkles her delicate nose. “But I want to be better for Light—”
“And you will be,” he assures her off-handedly, pushing himself up further out of sunbathing position so he is sitting on the bed. “Is Misa ready to begin?”
“Uh… yeah,” she responds. Misa gingerly removes her towel and turns to hang it on the hook nearest to her. She spins back toward the man sitting on the bed and stops to study the man in front of her. He is all awkward limbs and sharp edges, it seems. He really is as skinny as she thought—how he manages to stay that way is beyond her with his diet being what it is. Using your brain burns calories, my ass, she thinks with an internal eye roll. Her eyes wandered up his legs where they sat folded in front of him to his naked pelvis.
Misa had never seen a man naked in real-life besides Light a few nights before, and she did not get a very good look then. The blonde walks forwardly curiously, distractedly, eyes trained on his bare crotch. His thing looks like a really thick, flesh-colored worm that rests on the bedspread, with its two… friends nestled behind it. There’s a lot of dark hair around it all, too. It isn’t erect, she notes. Does she take offense to that? It’s just… sitting there.
This is so underwhelming.
“Does Misa wish to take a closer look?”
She begins to blush, embarrassment tingling high on her cheekbones, but when she looks up at Ryuuzaki’s face, she sees no trace of humor. His eyes are trained on hers, looking quite earnest.
“Very funny, Ryuuzaki.”
He shakes his head. “You misunderstand me. That was not a line,” his eyes roll up to the ceiling. “Rather, it was a reassurance. You are welcome to explore what you wish.” They roll back down to make direct eye contact with her once more. “We are doing this for you, Misa.”
Misa, still feeling quite uncomfortable with this whole thing, shakes her head, the blush not going down just yet. “No, let’s just get this over with,” she mumbles as she climbs on the bed next to the dark-haired man.
Ryuuzaki rearranges them so Misa is laying on her back, her head cushioned by cool, soft pillows. The strange man crouches at the foot of the bed, hands resting on the tops of her feet.
“I am going to perform oral sex on Misa, now,” he tells her clinically. “I assume Light did not service you this way?”
The blonde shakes her head, fine hair rustling against fabric. She had never considered this taking place. She and Ryuuzaki had no sexual chemistry whatsoever, unlike she and Light. And, after she had confronted him about doing this whole thing with her, she never entertained the thought of anything more than just penetration occurring. She is here to learn, dammit.
Frankly, she does not know what to expect.
Ryuuzaki and his cherry stems flashed through her mind.
She really does not know what to expect.
The man seems so asexual, even now when he is naked and about to do things involving her nethers and his mouth and he is pulling her legs open wait oh my god—
“Ryuuzaki, wait, wait, wait,” she gasps, hands flailing forward to grab onto him and missing completely. His hands stop immediately.
“What is it?”
Misa stares at him for a second, her hands frozen in the air. A look of shocked worry flickered across his face momentarily. Only white noise fills Misa’s mind as she stares into his black-rimmed sleep-deprived eyes. It takes her several moments before she realizes her heart is racing. Her wide-eyed panic-stricken gaze is met with a confident, concerned one. His hands are steady atop her feet.
He simply waits.
Slowly, she feels the tension that clenched her abdomen begin to unravel. She lowers her hands to the bedspread. Misa takes several deep breaths and then regards him once more.
She nods to him, ultimately giving him the go-ahead.
Ryuuzaki continues, pulling her ankles apart and scooting forward so he is huddled between her thighs. She placed her hands on his shoulders and keeps them there, just in case. An emergency escape.
Misa thought this would be easier to live through if she couldn’t actually see what was happening, so she closes her eyes and waits for something to happen.
His hands disappeared from her feet. There was silence—no talking, no touching, nothing. She could feel herself start to curl inwards protectively, anticipatingly. She nearly jumps when his hands reappear at the inside of each of her thighs, smoothing upwards like he did in the bath.
Okay, alright, okay. This is familiar.
She can feel his warm breath puffing against her parts, waiting for several moments. A warning, perhaps? Then, she feels the barest hint of a tongue smoothing between her folds, hands firmly nestled in the creases of her thighs.
That… oh. That’s new for Misa.
He does it again, a little bit deeper this time. His tongue is so warm, so moist, making its journey between her labia smoother.
Once more, he licks up her folds, only his tongue is now making contact with the base of her crease, smoothing over her hole and deftly avoiding her clit. His tongue wriggles further, the tip playing at her entrance. He licks again, and then again, and again. Her fingertips start to dig into his shoulders—she doesn’t know what to do. This is all so new, she doesn’t, she can’t—oh god—
Misa feels his tongue glide upwards, lightly rubbing against her sensitive nub, heavy saliva smoothing his movements, massaging her inner folds with the sides of his tongue as he goes. He, he just—she’s never—
He keeps going, unyielding for several minutes. He is very meticulous in his exploration of her, simply allowing his tactful tongue to slip and slither between her most tender parts. Everything feels puffy and swollen and wet.
The blonde feels Ryuuzaki’s hands round over her thighs, thumbs carefully pulling apart her vulva, creating more space for his devilish tongue. Under her hands, she can feel his neck muscles shift under his skin with his efforts. Finally, finally, Misa feels okay enough to open her eyes and he is staring right up at her.
She startles slightly at the revelation. He is so fucking weird, she thinks vehemently. His stare is not blank, no. It is not like the stare he leveled her when he was eating strawberries, or when he was massaging her calves. No, there is heat in this stare. There is something palpable in his eyes. Something electric.
She closes her eyes again. One step at a time.
Misa is reminded that she should be taking notes. This is supposed to be a learning experience and he is fucking confusing her with his ridiculous eyes.
It is time the model steps back to assess the situation.
So, he is, um. He—ah, God yes Ryuuzaki—is doing some sort of… swirling thing? With his tongue, she thinks. Noted. And, and he is rubbing his thumbs up and down her folds. His hands are firm, yes, they’re firm and confident and pressing her into the mattress a little. Noted. He is weirdly, so fucking weirdly sexy right now and she can’t even see the bastard. Noted. God, how does that help her? She won’t be doing this with—ooh, oh so wet—
She gasps as she feels his tongue slip inside of her, penetrating her, Ryuuzaki is penetrating her with his fucking tongue and Light never fucking did this. She feels him wriggle inside a little bit, trying to get deeper, she can hear him inhale deeply against her pelvis because it makes a sharp whistling sound. Okay—noted. He whistle-breathes when his mouth is occupied or whatever—fuck.
Misa’s breathing stutters as he slips his tongue out to do that swirling thing she noted earlier, yes, this is good information, she is learning. She can feel his hot, hot breath gust against her skin and for some reason, that reminds her once again that this is Ryuuzaki doing these things to her and she is taking fucking notes on whatever this is oh my god—
Things are wet, so wet down there. Noted—things get wet, perfectly valuable information. In fact, she can feel how damp the sheets are beneath her bottom and the sheets only got wet with Light when he was finished. This is happening before that though—it feels so slippery and squishy and. Good.
A surprised squeak slips from Misa’s throat as Ryuuzaki’s fingers find their way to her entrance as his tongue was otherwise occupied. They feel already moist and she doesn’t know how they got that way but it’s okay because two fingers are pushing into her, pressing slowly. Firmly. Insistently.
The blonde was expecting… pain. Yes, she was expecting pain. This is not pain.
Noted.
The fingers stretch her, but it’s not—oh god, it’s not bad stretching. It’s… it’s elastic stretching. Like her body was anticipating this. Like her body wants this.
She feels him curl his fingers up, wiggling a bit inside of her. An unexpected moan cracks from Misa’s throat as he gently massages her the roof of her vagina. A small wet clicking sound is distinct in the room.
He—oh, oh God—he just keeps going. Relentlessly pressing his fingers, a small in-out motion accompanying the strange sensation. His tongue is back—she didn’t even realize it left—and is wetly rubbing along her tender little spot. His left hand is splayed flat on her lower tummy. Holding her down, she realizes with a start. She needs to be held down?
Suddenly, she realizes that her body is gyrating against his face, writhing against the soft, down comforter beneath her. Embarrassment floods through her, muted by the insane arousal coursing through her blood. She hadn’t realized she was reacting so physically. She didn’t know—fuck, Ryuuzaki, fuck fuck fuck.
“You’re so responsive,” he worships, words tumbling out on his exhale against her heat. “How can Light… not—” he breaks off with a small frustrated noise, his hands leaving her completely to wrap around her thighs and pull her up against his face, and then his hands are on her again. She lets out a loud moan as he tucks his fingers into her once more, using his other hand to pinch her clit lightly between two fingers, licking around them wetly.
Vaguely, a sensation of building to something starts happening. She doesn’t know what she is building to. Behind her eyelids, she imagines a perfectly round stone rolling uphill of its own volition, a visual representation of this growing sensation. Noted. A thing to keep her mind distracted as she currently feels she is going utterly mad.
She frantically opens her eyes. His eyes are closed this time; his brow is furrowed, a small wrinkle between his nonexistent brows. His hair looks like a complete mess, when did it get like that? It stuck up in stranger places than usual and his face and forehead are more exposed this way and he is so strangely endearing that she can feel her heart swell underneath the heady lust that clouds her mind. Noted. “Ryu—Ryuuzaki, I feel like—there’s this feeling of—"
His eyes flick open and they—oh, they’re so dark. His movements slow but do not stop. He hums against her. Misa jerks in response to the new sensation of vibration, a little grunt sounding from the depths of her throat. His tongue continues to slow, his fingers less insistent now, and that’s not, that’s not. She wants more and he’s not.
“No, no, nononono keep going Ryuuzaki,” she breathes. “I don’t know what—”
Immediately, they resume, picking up their previous pace, urgency amplifying her arousal and this growing sensation. The stone continues to roll up the hill and it’s getting faster, faster now. She feels so wet, she can see there are fluids on Ryuuzaki’s face, way up on his cheekbones, shining in the warm glow of his bedroom and oh god there it is, ah, ah, there. She doesn’t even fucking know what it is, but it’s there. His breath is hot against her, the wet clicking sounds from his fingers get faster, Misa begins to shake, thighs clenching together tightly around his head.
In her mind’s eye, the rock is now oval-like, thudding heavily up the hill, advancing with thundering rolls that get it closer to the peak, closer still—
And then everything stops.
Completely.
The cruel, cruel man wrenches his face backward, disentangling himself from her thighs that were previously squeezing around his head, extricating her hands from his thick, dark hair that she did not even realize she was gripping onto. Misa lets out a loud, frustrated moan, rough from how dry her throat is. He is panting heavily, body heaving with the force of his breaths. His pupils are completely dilated, irises reduced to tiny slivers, and he looks… absolutely ravishing.
Noted.
Her eyes are caught by his cock, swollen pink at the tip and standing erect from his dark hair. The tip is thick and shiny and there is something dripping from it, stringing thinly like a spider’s web to the comforter. It’s—wow, it’s more substantial than Light’s is. It’s bigger than his fingers, too. It looks so. It’s just. She is overcome with the urge to handle it, she wants to touch it and feel it and wow, why did he stop? Why is he like this?
“Because,” he pants and Misa realizes she said that last part out loud. “Because,” He pants again, trying to catch his breath. While he breathes or whatever, Misa reaches down to touch herself curiously. She is surprised at just how wet she has become. Her fingers slip, and they come away shining wet with a clear, viscous fluid, a mixture of herself and Ryuuzaki’s saliva. She looks up and the detective is watching her intently, eyes fixated. Misa glances back down and inspects her fingers more closely, pinching her slender index finger and thumb together, watching as a line is drawn between the two fingers. Then, Misa unceremoniously wipes her fingers on the comforter and sits up, confronting the man who tormented her so.
“What the hell, Ryuuzaki? I was just about to—”
“I know Misa,” he says, sounding surprisingly combative. Agitated. He shoots her a look. “I know what you were about to do. I got a little carried away.”
She notices his hands are trembling.
They fall quiet for a few moments, breathing being the only sounds in the room.
“Okay, now what?”
Wordlessly, Ryuuzaki rolls off the bed and stands, walking over to the nightstand, erection bobbing heavily in the air with each step. He bends over the nightstand, back curling sickly as he roots through the open drawer.
Misa’s parts are throbbing, warm, and slippery wet. It’s uncomfortable sitting in this modified fetal position as clenching her thighs together makes her too aware of the state she is in, so she extends her legs straight on the bedspread. She stares at her knees. “So, you want me on top?” Misa asks her legs.
She hears him hum his assent around what appears to be a condom packet in his mouth after a cursory glance up. He continues to ruffle through the items in the drawer. Her eyes drop back down to her knees.
“I wasn’t on top with Light,” she tells him.
“I know,” he replies, muffled by the condom packet. “We’ve already been over this.” She hears the drawer snap shut and feels the bed dip under his weight. He grips her chin lightly and drags her eyes up to face his own. “You need to be in control tonight.” His normally soft monotone sounded coarse, like the grit of gravel lodged in car tires.
She watches as his eyes flick down to her lips. His tongue darts out to wet his own. Suddenly, he ducks his head down to steal a kiss, but instead the blonde pulls her face away. “Nope!” She yelps, batting his hand away from her chin. “No, only Light gets to kiss me, Ryuuzaki. I’m not cheating on him. You’re only teaching me how to do this stuff, remember?”
He doesn’t respond right away, so she warily looks back at his face.
He looks, in a word, unamused.
“Light-kun is a lucky man,” he tells her flatly, sarcastically, as he grips the condom packet with two careful fingers, tearing it open meticulously. “To have such a devoted girlfriend.”
Misa feels too out of sorts to properly reply to that, so she does not. With his head still facing downwards toward the packet, only his eyes move up, looking at Misa from under his wild fringe of hair.
“Misa, get up on your knees,” he says, suddenly demanding. Misa pauses for a moment before complying, kneeling on the mattress awkwardly, her eyes catching on an embarrassing wet spot left behind on the comforter. He lays down exactly where she was three seconds ago, right over the wet spot. He either doesn’t seem to notice or mind.
Looking down, he pinches the tip of the condom and rolls the condom slowly down his cock, foreskin folding underneath. For some reason, this feels so intimate. When she watched Light do this, it was dark so she could not quite see what was happening, and it happened so fast that she hardly registered he put one on in the first place. To Misa, this feels more real. She feels more involved, more present.
Noted.
“Misa, now you come up here and—yes, like that,” he praises as she crawls up his body. She carefully places one knee on either side of his hips, straddling the man, and he places his member directly at her entrance, but goes no further than that.
“Misa, I want to be very clear here,” he pronounces. “You need to tell me if something is wrong, or if you feel pain. Remember, you have control here—there is no need for you to hurt,” he tells her. “I will do my best to keep track of how you are doing.”
The blonde nods in response, but the detective shakes his head. “No, I want to hear you say it. Are you going to be communicative with me, Misa?”
Misa rolls her eyes exasperatedly. “Yes, yes I will Ryuuzaki! Just get on with it!”
Satisfied, the raven-haired man reaches over to grab a small tube of lubricant that she hadn’t noticed before. He squeezes a tiny dollop and slicks his erection before placing it right at her hole once more.
“Okay, alright, we’re going to do this slow,” he reassures. “I’m going to hold it here and you’re going to- yes, yes, like that Misa, good,” he breathes as Misa inches her way down. “Easy, easy.” Ryuuzaki’s eyes are wide open, studying her body. The blonde pauses in her descent, trembling slightly. He is about halfway inside of her.
“Okay?”
The blonde is breathing heavily, overcome with sensation. She braces her palms on his chest for support, unable to stay upright. This is so much, he is so much. Misa feels stretched, filled, and he isn’t even all the way in and oh my god what am I going to do.
Misa grimaces slightly, suddenly reminded of her night with Light, his intrusion rubbing against her healing wounds. She—oh, oh—he is too. This is too.
Pausing, breathing, shaking, Misa relaxes her face. She is going for slack with pleasure and not overwhelmed and pained. Determined, Misa sinks down more, more. She sees Ryuuzaki’s eyes flutter for only a second, a microsecond, a picosecond, but it makes strange pride swell in her chest. The unaffected man is affected by her and that is almost intoxicating.
Ah, but he isn’t even all the way inside yet.
Misa isn’t sure she can do this.
She sinks down another inch when suddenly she feels a special sort of pain—a pain she felt with Light a lot. A sharp internal pain right below her belly button. It feels as if someone knocked the wind out of her in a small, concentrated area. It is pushing the air out of her chest, triggering a dull nausea. He is too deep, too deep and this isn’t, she can’t, she can’t do this again—
“Misa, Misa look at me,” he demands, interrupting her internal panic, hands coming up to grip the sides of her waist. His palms are warm.
The blonde’s thighs are trembling against his hips, and she meets Ryuuzaki’s stern gaze with her own shaky one. “Are you okay? Is this too much?”
Misa blows out a harsh breath and, after a moment’s hesitation, nods. “I’m- I’m so sorry Ryuuzaki—”
Promptly, his hands drop to her hips and she feels him start to withdraw. Misa slumps forward. She has ruined this. This whole thing she set up for Light, for her Light, and she can’t even do it. Misa can’t put up with a little bit of discomfort. She is the worst girlfriend in the world and Light deserves more. Better. She put up with the pain for Light before and he seemed to enjoy it just fine, she should just do it again for Ryuuzaki. This isn’t about her, it’s about Light. Misa should just tell Ryuuzaki that she’s fine—
“We are going to modify this, okay?”
Misa’s thoughts come to a screeching halt.
What?
“I’m going to sit against the headboard, and we will try again. I will not get quite as deep in that position, and you can still be in control,” he reasons. “Does that sound reasonable to Misa?”
Suddenly, Misa feels stupidly choked up, emotion a hard rock in her throat. She only nods in response, looking at his abdomen.
The man withdraws completely, lifting Misa slightly by her waist, and then in one movement, scoots backwards smoothly so he is flush with the ornate wooden headboard. He beckons her forward with his fingers.
“Come, Misa. We’re trying again,” he repeats. “Is everything okay? Do you still want to continue?”
The blonde, still reeling from the fact that she did not ruin everything, nods with new enthusiasm. She still does not trust her voice.
“Say it, Misa. Tell me you want to continue.”
“I-I—yes, Ryuuzaki. I want it,” she manages, her voice cracking slightly.
Satisfied, he herds her forward with his hand just above the curve of her ass, resting on her lower back until her soft belly is flush with his firm one. His left hand is stroking what looks to be fresh lubricant onto his cock, holding it upwards for her to mount.
“Okay, just like last time. Go as slow as you need, Misa.”
Yes, okay, yes, he is letting her go her speed. This is good. She can do this. Misa Amane can do this. His cock is right there, he is right there. Overwhelmed, Misa begins her slow descent once more.
So far, it feels the same as last time before the pain happened, but Ryuuzaki said it will feel different and she needs to trust that. He’s—he’s, okay, he’s properly inside of her now and there isn’t any pain yet and his breathing doesn’t sound different but that’s okay, that’s okay this is for the sake of education. She just needs to learn how to eventually make him make sounds. Right? Yes, yes, good.
Before Misa is aware of it, she is sitting on his lap, her bare ass against the tops of his pale thighs. As he foretold, when she looked down at where their bodies are joined, there is still an inch or two of him exposed. He is not fully inside of her.
This felt… she felt stretched. Good, but stretched. Filled.
Misa loosely wraps her arms around the man’s neck and experimentally rocks her hips forward, still watching where his body enters hers. She slowly, slowly continues, merely appreciating the repetitive slipping in-out, in-out movement.
Several minutes pass this way, with the blonde languidly rolling her hips atop the man while Misa watches him enter her, over and over, hypnotized. The sliding motion feels easier now, wetter—the blonde can feel her body reacting to this as she adjusts to his intrusion. The sounds of their breathing and of the condom thinly folding with each movement are the only things her ears can pick up.
Suddenly, she feels Ryuuzaki’s cold, spindly hand cup her right breast in one lazy palm, thumb rubbing slowly over the nipple. She looks up at the man for the first time in what feels like an hour and watches as he brings his thumb to his lips, tongue darting out to wet it, and then placing it back on her breast, thumb sliding easily over her tender bud. His eyes are hooded, languorously watching hers. There is something else there, though—something in his eyes that is positively rapt. Captivated. Lurking in the swirling laziness of his obsidian orbs.
Misa gasps at the sensation, hips jerking forward. She grips his wrist tightly with one hand, fingernails digging in a little. “Ryuuzaki, that—” she gasps as he swipes his thumb once more. “That feels—mmmm,” she finishes eloquently. Misa’s eyes roll slightly as he massages her supple skin, circling the sensitive spot.
Alright, noted. This is real education. Maybe Light’s nipples are sensitive too? She wonders if he has ever experimented with this. She knows that she hasn’t, but that does not mean Light hasn’t either. Perhaps he—
A surprised yap leaps from the blonde’s throat as she suddenly feels a moist thumb press to her clit, a gentle pressure. He does not move or circle his thumb whatsoever. Misa drops her eyes down to the joining of their bodies and watches his fingers curl around her left hip while his thumb is held over her little pink button.
“Hah—hnnn, yes, Ryu—uzaki—” She sounds out as the man lifts his hips a bit to meet hers.
“Do you want a little more, Misa?” The detective’s voice sounds… restrained. Like he is holding back something. She looks up at his face and he has these gorgeous pink spots dancing high across his cheekbones and his eyes are alive behind his indolent expression, watching as Misa unfolds before him. His mouth is open and slack and his eyelashes.
His eyelashes.
Okay, yes, noted. Very important.
“We can go a little faster, or—” he cuts off, choking a little with a particularly aggressive roll of Misa’s hips. “Or harder?” He finishes, not without difficulty.
Misa is already nodding, finally feeling how fully swollen she is down there. He is sliding easily inside and out, a sodden squishing sound with each thrust. Misa picks up the pace, bouncing up and down in earnest atop Ryuuzaki’s lap, his hand moving with her, following her every move so she is not without clitoral stimulation.
She wraps her arms around Ryuuzaki’s neck much tighter than before, hugging him to her, bringing their bodies closer together yes please God yes. With his mouth so close to her ear, she can hear him humming, a low growl sounding from deep in his throat. He is trying to keep quiet. He is trying to make this about Misa.
But Misa can hear him. She wanted him to make sounds and he is making sounds. His little groans are because of her body and what she is doing to him and her. His sounds are because of Misa. The thought makes her body twitch, squeezing around the spike of flesh that is seated inside of her.
The detective’s breath catches in response, knocking his head back against the headboard. Misa follows him, leaning forward more. This angle is a little awkward but it’s still, still so good god Ryuuzaki.
That building sensation has returned. She can feel it approaching much faster than last time. Misa is frantic now, grinding hard against his body. She doesn’t even know if she is properly riding him anymore. She is humping him desperately, overwhelmed with pleasure. More than anything, the blonde is thrusting against his thumb, furiously seeking for more contact, more pressure, more, more, more. She is so wet, everything is slippery. She does not feel stretched anymore. In fact, she is clenching down on him for more contact like that yes, yes like that.
As she is working her hips in a frenzy against his pelvis and hand, she hears a small English “fuck” drop from his lips, almost as an afterthought. The lost, distracted quality of his voice shoots delicious arousal down her spine, goosebumps erupting on her legs. Hearing the man so affected makes Misa feel so fucking impatient because she just wants. She squeezes around him hard, and his responding grunt bounces around in her skull.
“Ryuuzaki, I’m close,” Misa grunts. “I don’t—I don’t, oh fuck Ryuuzaki what—”
“It’s okay,” he pants, interrupting her. “Misa it’s okay, everything is okay, just let go, just let—”
A high-pitched whine emanates from her throat as she urgently clings to his neck, needing more friction, relishing the feeling of his cock plunging wetly in and out of her, skin slapping with each thrust. His thumb feels so moist, so drenched in her arousal, it slips against her easily. She, she just—it’s, god. Misa can’t fucking take it anymore.
An image of that stone, that goddamned stone, flashes through her mind again. It is already at the top of the hill. She missed its slow journey to the peak. It is already there, that oval-shaped stone about to tip over the narrow peak of the hill. Cramps are forming in Misa’s thighs where they’re clenched around the man’s narrow hips but she doesn’t care, she just keeps going, keeps going so much that she eventually stops thrusting and gives into the hard twitches seizing her body in Ryuuzaki’s lap, mind filled with a static snow as that rock starts to tumble down the other side of the steep hill and, and oh my fucking God yes—
Misa clenches her eyes shut as long, squeezing thrusts rip through her body. His deceivingly strong arms wrap around her waist as white-hot pleasure erupts in her from the depths of her being. Misa clenches bodily atop Ryuuzaki, curling into him, moaning loudly, brokenly, into the skin of his shoulder, gripping his neck in the iron vice of her arms. She vaguely registers him grunting against her neck, his arousal throbbing hard inside of her in response to her pulsating around him, his arms firm to keep her on his lap through her orgasm.
Her ears are ringing, the sound of their breathing far away and dull. Color trickles back into the world once more, and slowly, Misa’s frazzled mind starts to come back to her. For several moments, she just sits there, focusing on her breathing, enjoying the feeling of the man buried as deep inside her as he can get in this position. She has never experienced that before. Not with Light, not by herself, nothing. She feels a little like she did after her first photoshoot. Exhilarated. Worn. The light-headedness and tingling sensation in her toes make her stupidly giddy as her body loosens against Ryuuzaki’s.
The blonde feels her heart swell at the prospect of feeling this way with Light.
She can’t wait to have sex with him. Properly, this time.
After gathering her wits, Misa pulls her torso away from the detective’s, the thin layer of sweat between the two of them that she hadn’t noticed before starting to drip down her abdomen. She shifts her hips slightly, feeling the man’s still-erect member rub against her sensitive walls. Without preamble, she lifts her body, quickly maneuvering herself off the man and the bed altogether. There is an almost imperceptible twitch in his face as his hard cock slaps against his lower belly, still shining in her fluids. Misa turns and begins looking for the clothes she discarded before the bath. She walks into the adjoining bathroom.
“How does Misa feel?” She hears him ask from the bed after several beats of silence. His clinically jaunty tone is back, though his voice sounds like it has been dragged through gravel.
“I’m fine, Ryuuzaki,” she tells him as her panties snap against her hip.
“Does Misa feel ready to navigate the bedroom with Light-kun?” He asks.
The model sighs delicately, pulling her lacy black bra over her shoulders. “Yes, Ryuuzaki.”
There is silence for a few more beats from the bed as she hastily dresses. She is sliding her knee socks up her calves when his quiet voice breaks the silence.
“And what did Misa learn tonight?”
Sensory images flick through her mind immediately—mussed hair, black eyes, smooth thumbs, eyelashes, eyelashes.
She shakes her head and walks back into the bedroom to address the frustrating man. He is casually leaning against the headboard still, though he has since removed the condom and is leisurely stroking his engorged cock, rolling his foreskin absentmindedly up and down with his thumb and forefinger. His toes are flexing towards the ceiling. Misa is eyeing his actions as she speaks, distractedly. “I… learned that Light might like nipple play,” she mutters.
“Oh?” If he had more inflection to his voice, one could almost call it a taunt. “And why is that?”
Misa drags her eyes up to meet his. “Because it, um.” She stops, feeling vulnerable, and looks down to her fingernails that are coated in chipping black nail polish. “Because I liked it.”
He does not respond, so she looks back up to him. His thumb is rubbing lazily over the wettish tip of his penis and it is so distracting. Isn’t this rude of him? This is rude, Misa is quite sure. His eyes are hooded slightly as he asks his next question. “What else did Misa learn?”
Suddenly, Misa is feeling quite flustered and her stomach flips and the room feels hot. This is weird—this is really weird—and she needs to get out of here. “Ryuuzaki, can we talk about this later? Or never?”
He shrugs. “If that is what Misa prefers.”
Right. Okay. Time to go.
Misa glances around the room, shoes in hand, making sure she is not missing anything. She starts to back toward the door, taking a breath. Everything is normal. Everything is fine. “Okay then, Ryuuzaki!” She chirps, feigning her usual bubbliness. “Thanks for the fun night!”
Her ears pick up a small, “Goodnight Misa,” as she keeps her eyes down, carefully avoiding eye contact, quickly slipping out the door.
Misa can already feel the shame settle in her body and regret clench her chest. Emotion lodges itself in her throat as she makes her way down the hallway from Ryuuzaki’s bedroom.
‘Light-kun is a lucky man to have such a devoted girlfriend.’
She did not cheat. This was for purely educational reasons. She went into this knowing what she was going to do, and she did it all for the love of her life. Ryuuzaki is completely correct—Misa is a devoted girlfriend. The best there is, she is sure. Misa is positive if she were to rationally explain the situation to Light that he would understand her intentions. If Ryuuzaki can understand, surely Light could as well, no?
She got what she went to Ryuuzaki for. There is no need to feel bad about this, Misa reasons. You went there to learn for Light and that is exactly what happened.
But.
God.
Misa feels downright treacherous.
Warring with herself, she picks up her pace and not-quite runs to the elevator, pressing the button to her floor repeatedly as if it would speed up the journey. Once she makes it to her floor and through the door of her bedroom, she envisions fond dark eyes and angry caramel ones as tears begin forming in her own.