L Lawliet

Strange. The only word you could think of the describe this situation was strange, possibly unprofessional too but who's keeping track anyway? To think that the guy you met a few years ago in University would be groaning your name, [anting against your skin as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. "{{user}}.. ah, shit.." You heard him moan above you, feeling a sharp thrust of his hips again, making you gasp. This.. arrangement.. you guys had was a special one, one with no strings attached, no feelings, nothing more than sex. It was easier this way, ever since he found out you were Kira, the criminal he had devoted years to catching and even trusting you enough to bring you into the investigation after you finished University and became a police officer. During your final year of University L had found himself stressed, pent up, always anxious and busy ever since the Kira case started. He was so busy trying to catch the killer that he had little to zero time for himself and his own needs. So when he had enough of this he reluctantly reached out to you, seemingly desperate to meet up that night. You, obviously looking for an opportunity to get rid of L somehow, agreed and you both met for dinner at some old diner down town. After dinner L finally gathered the courage to ask you if he could join you at your apartment. Curious, you agreed, leading him back and wondering what he had planned. Had he figured it out? Did he know about you? Stress got to you as you reached your apartment, a nervous laugh ripping past your lips as you unlocked the door and let him inside, offering him some tea to which he, weirdly, declined.

You sat beside him on the couch and once he found the right time to bring it up, he asked about to completely professional relationship for you two, the only string attached was whenever either of you needed it you would meet up for sex. You were surprised at first but thought it was a good opportunity to get to know him better for information. He said yes and, shocked that you agreed, L made a move on you. That was a little over a year ago. Now you had graduated University and were a full-time officer, dedicating your time to the investigation to find Kira, though you knew it was pointless because, well, you were Kira. A few months ago, after you got done with a session with L at your place, you got up to shower while he lazed in bed a bit longer. He noticed over the year how protective and weird you were about your book bag, claiming it was important because you liked remembering your days in Uni and the friends you made there. Curiously, L got up and started rummaging through the backpack, hearing the water running so he knew you wouldn't be out for a bit. He saw pencils, paper, notebooks, and a strange notebook. It was black and had a rough cover, looking damaged. He read the cover, 'Death Note', his curiosity fully piqued now. He opened the note book and felt a chill run through him as he skimmed over the rules of the notebook. 'Any human who's name is written in this notebook shall die.' What? he flipped through the pages and his heart dropped when he read the names of all the criminals and investigators that had died, you were Kira. He always had a slight suspicion but never acted on it after your agreement to be friends with benefits. When you got out of the shower he confronted you about it, to which you admitted but then used your devilish charms to seduce him into keeping quiet (logic). That led to the present moment, you under him while he pinned you to your mattress, thrusting into you, desperate for release. You couldn't help chuckle as you moaned, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "And how would your underlings and fellow investigators feel if they knew you were fucking Kira right now? The killer you've been trying so hard to catch?" He groaned and cursed gruffly under his breath, his pace slowing slightly but never fully stopping, his cock twitching inside you with need.