Bitch

Right. It may seem like I do a lot of these kink meme fics, and, well, in all actuality, I do. But I do other stuff too... Anyway. For this one, the pairing was LxB, and the kink was B acting like a bitch who would do anything to please his idol. There were a few other things to be added, which I got in there... Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

xxx

“L…”

Smack.

A hand came down on B’s ass roughly, making him let out a strangled cry of pleasure. He squirmed around where he laid, hands bound tightly behind his back, face pressed into the mattress, behind in the air, flushed and completely naked…

“I thought I told you not to speak unless I tell you to,” L said, nibbling on the thumb of his other hand.

“S-sorry- Ahh!” B cried out, his apology cut off by another harsh smack.

B couldn’t help himself, really. L was just so brilliant, so captivating, so marvelous, how could he resist moaning the man’s name – so clear, dancing above his head – when he stared down at him with that lovely stare, stared down at defenseless little B? It was impossible.

But if L wanted him to be silent, B would try his best.

“I think you need to be punished for that,” L said, nibbling his thumb as if he were contemplating it. Ha. B knew he had already made up his mind, and he was aching to find out what delicious torture L had in store for him “Don’t you?”

Wanting to feel L’s hand smack his ass once again, but not wanting to try his patience – or, rather, not wanting to defy his hero – B merely nodded, no sound leaving his lips.

B saw the tiniest of smirks on L’s pretty lips before he turned away. He wanted to whine in protest; he wanted, needed to continue to take in L’s features, admire his perfect form… But before he knew it, L had crossed to another corner of the room and returned, setting a metal box down on the bedside table. B tried to turn and look, to see what L was fishing out of it, but he was facing the opposite end of the bed, and the angle was too awkward.

B bit back a moan as he felt L’s hands on him, reaching around to grip at his erection, which had sprung up remarkably quickly – probably around the time L asked him to participate in a certain activity. His eyes shot open in surprise when he felt something being fastened around the base of his cock. He wanted to ask what L was doing, but just like that, the hands were gone, the odd pressure created by the thing around his cock remaining.

And L was back in the box, moving things around, just out of B’s line of sight. He finally seemed to find what he was looking for after what seemed like forever to B – to horny, squirming B – and walked back in front of the boy, finally exposing what he had picked up.

What L was holding made B’s jaw go slack. He gasped, a blush almost as brilliant in color as his eyes spreading over his cheeks. Clasped in L’s hands was a large red dildo, sleek and thick, and suddenly B couldn’t wait to have it inside him.

L smirked, that same tiny one from before, and B wondered how the hell this was supposed to be a punishment. He didn’t dare voice his question aloud, as he didn’t want L to hold out on him, but this time, he couldn’t suppress the little whimper that forced its way out of his throat. His idol chuckled, moving towards him with the thing. He pressed the tip to B’s lips, and B knew what was expected of him.
Immediately, he parted his lips, allowing the toy to make its way slowly into the wet cavern of his mouth.
Only the head was inside so far, but it was thick, and felt so nice… He ran his tongue over it, sucking on it gently, treating it with as much care and affection as he would were it L’s own… And he so badly wanted it to be, but he’d make do with what he had for the time being. L held the back of his head with his free hand, pushing a few more inches into B’s mouth, allowing him to lick and suck greedily, before pulling it out again, and starting all over.

Soon, L didn’t have to move the toy. B was bobbing his head, trying to get even more of the thing into his hungry mouth, making it slippery and wet. And L’s hand stayed on the back of his head, pushing him forward, a little farther than B had intended each time, until B finally felt the tip of the fake cock touch the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he gagged, but it felt oh so good… A few seconds later, the toy was out completely, dripping wet with B’s saliva. A long trail of drool ran down the side of B’s panting mouth.

His throat ached, and he looked like a cheap whore, but he wanted it back in his mouth. He hadn’t even taken in the whole thing before L had pulled away! As if he was reading B’s thoughts, the toy was back in an instant, and L made a point to be much less reserved in shoving it down B’s throat. He gagged as the whole thing made its way into his mouth, down his throat, but he shivered in pleasure all the while. Just like before, he eventually started moving on his own, sloppily sucking on the toy.

Each time he had to pull away for air, he hated it deeply, but after taking in a few large gulps, after delighting in the feeling of his own spit running down his chin and neck, he’d latch himself back onto the toy, forcing the whole thing down his abused throat, even forcing the hand holding it back a few inches on occasion from the sheer enthusiasm behind the action.

All too soon for B’s liking, L pulled the toy away once more, holding onto B’s hair with a painfully tight grip to prevent him from moving forward again. B whimpered once more, both from the pleasurable pain of his hair being pulled and the disappointment of the cock leaving his mouth. Slowly, torturously, L traced B’s lips with the dripping wet toy, surprising him by slapping him harshly in the face with it one time before both of his hands – and the toy – were gone.

B’s head fell forward, landing on the comfy blankets on the bed, and he shivered a bit as the saliva on his body cooled. He groaned, writhing where he lay, but he didn’t have to wait long for something to happen.
He soon felt the moist tip of the dildo pressed against his entrance, pushing forward gently. Truth be told, he didn’t really think he needed – or deserved – the gentle touch L was so graciously giving him. How many times had he finger-fucked himself while pretending it was L? More times than he could count. Aside from that, he was a masochist… When it came to L’s treatment, that was.

Still, the toy was large and thick, and it hurt more than he would’ve expected, straining against his inner walls. He bit his lip, not wanting to do anything that would make L stop. He would get used to it, and even if he didn’t, this was a punishment, right? That may have been L’s intention, but if that were true, he wouldn’t have so kindly allowed B to lube it up, especially not so generously. No, there had to be some other intention L had, some other devious plot to give him what he so deserved…

L moved the toy in and out, only allowing the first few inches to go inside B. He was being too kind… He was obviously trying to let B get used to it. And it was working. Soon, the pain turned to flat-out pleasure. B pushed back against the toy, trying to get more inside, and L responded by pushing it farther in. B let out a moan, rocking his hips, and L kept up his steady pumping, though only about half of it was inside B so far.

It was amazing how full and good he felt with only half of the toy inside him. That didn’t stop him, though, from wondering what it would feel like if the whole thing were inside him, if L were roughly pushing it in and pulling it out, fucking B, whispering dirty little words into his ear, touching him…

The little fantasy made B let out a larger moan, which in turn made L push more of the toy in, and it felt so nice with most of it gliding wetly in and out of his ass, and oh god he needed L so badly…

“L- L, fuck me!” he yelled, squirming about on the bed.

L’s free hand shot out to grab at B’s hair, pulling his head up roughly. B moaned once more. L knew just how to touch him to drive him crazy…

“What did I tell you?” L said, voice surprisingly even given the situation. Another one of his traits B admired so much. Even when L was reprimanding him, the toy never stopped moving, making coherent speech a bit difficult.

“N-not to talk… Nnh! Unless you tell me to- Aaah!” B replied, for once not breaking the terms set down by his idol by doing so.

“That’s right,” L said, his smooth voice sending shivers down B’s spine. “Maybe I should make it so that you can’t talk…”

L shoved the toy in entirely, removing his hand as soon as it was sheathed inside B. The unexpected movement made B moan yet again, a sound that turned into a whimper when the movement stopped. The hand in his hair was gone soon afterward, and before he knew it, L was kneeling on the bed in front of him. B looked up, a lusty haze over his crimson eyes, just in time to see L undoing his pants.

His breath caught in his throat.

“Well, B?” L said – looking impassive as ever – his erection mere centimeters away from B’s face. He felt a certain sense of pride that anything he did would result in L’s arousal, but he didn’t have time to dwell on the feeling.

B nodded once, quickly, opening his lips wider than they already were – his panting and moaning hadn’t given him much opportunity to close them – and took as much of L’s length in as he could at the awkward angle. With his hands bound behind his back and his upper torso supporting his body, he wasn’t able to properly move forward. Luckily, L was there to help him. He grabbed his hair once more – B moaned at the pleasurable pain, vibrations running over L’s shaft – and forced him forward, knowing full well he had the capability to take in L’s cock entirely.

The real thing was definitely much better than the fake, B mused. L was so warm, so soft – even standing at full attention – and tasted so much better than whatever flexible plastic-y material the dildo was made out of. He moved his tongue around, running it over L’s shaft the best he could while it was inside his mouth, and bobbed his head, sucking greedily. He listened closely, straining his ears for a sign of L’s pleasure, but only heard an increase in the speed of his breathing. Good enough, he supposed, for someone who could remain calm through everything they had done prior to this. But even so, he wanted to hear L’s moans, permanently store the sound into his memory so he’d have something to think of on future occasions when he shoved his fingers into his ass, wanting so badly for it to be L’s – oh so tasty – cock.

L’s cock felt so nice when it touched the back of his throat, so nice when he ran his tongue over it, so nice when he rubbed his cheek against it. He was getting so into it that he didn’t realize L was leaning over him until he felt the dildo once again move inside him, but this time he didn’t fuck B with it. He seemed to flick something on the base of it, and when he did, B saw stars.

The toy suddenly started vibrating, startling B in a most pleasant way. It was so deep in him that it was impossible for his prostate not to be stimulated, and the vibrations ran up his spine, down his legs, made his cock throb almost painfully…

He moaned, which sent more of those vibrations onto L’s own dick, as B had taken it upon himself to force it deep into his throat right before L turned the toy on. Finally, he heard L gasp and mutter something under his breath, holding B’s head on his dick. B clenched his muscles and relaxed them, forcing the toy to move in and out just the tiniest bit, as he moaned and screamed on L’s perfect cock.

Soon, B felt as if he couldn’t take it. His idol’s cock in his throat, a vibrating dick in his ass, the handcuffs straining delightfully on his wrists… His moans were coming out as short, frequent yelps now, much louder due to the fact that L had pulled him away so that the hormonal teen wouldn’t suffocate in his frenzy. He was getting closer, twisting around, rubbing his hard-on into the sheets, clenching his muscles around the toy, and then…

Nothing.

Right when he was at the brink of orgasm, he felt himself denied, forced to continue to feel the overwhelming pleasure without coming to his peak. At that moment, he remembered L’s earlier actions, remembered the thing that had been strapped around the base of his cock, and realized what his punishment was.

He looked up at L, who was smirking a bit wider now, and gave him a pleading look, strangled cries of pleasure still making their ways from his lips.

“This is your punishment, B,” L said, cupping B’s face tenderly, something that didn’t fit the situation at all.

He wanted to say something, anything, but even in his testosterone-clouded state of mind, he still had enough sense to know that his torture – real torture now, much worse than mere anticipation – would only be prolonged if he defied L again.

The toy continued to buzz inside of him, and much to B’s conjoined delight and horror, L reached over once more – the tip of his cock pressing against B’s half-opened lips – and flicked something on it again. B’s mouth shot open impossibly as he let out a much louder moan when the vibrations became much stronger, ravishing his entire body in a way he never would have thought existed.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhh!” B moaned, once again being pulled to the brink of orgasm and being denied it.

“Suck,” L commanded, righting himself again.

B wanted to comply, he really did, but it was just so hard to focus on doing what he was supposed to be doing with those lovely vibrations running over every part of him, especially the most sensitive ones. Even if he managed to take L’s cock into his mouth, his constant cries of pleasure would make it a little hard for him to do anything. But oh, god, it looked so appealing…

Fuck. Another would-be orgasm stopped dead in its tracks. He was going to go insane if this went on…

“Make me cum and you can do the same,” L said, voice still even, still smooth, still the embodiment of perfection...

Those words were definitely motivation for B. Sucking in a few deep breaths and trying to stop himself from moaning like he so desperately wanted to, B sucked on the head of L’s dick. This time, there was no hand on the back of his head urging him forward, indicating B was all on his own on this challenge. Forcing himself forward, B ran his tongue over L’s smooth length, sucking on it, trying so hard to force down the many moans bubbling up his throat…

Only an inch left out of his mouth now, B couldn’t take it any more. He let loose a moan, first long and loud, then a few more, and L must have liked the added stimulation, because he let out a tiny moan of his own. Urging B on even more, the boy stopped holding back, letting out every noise he had the compulsion to make around L’s dick. He moved forward and back tiny bits at a time, as much as he could imagine in his state of pure bliss, and found himself wishing in the back of his mind that L would hurry up and come so he could finally release all of this built-up tension.

B ventured a glance upwards, dying to look at the face of the man who had made such a wonderful noise. He saw L with his eyes screwed shut, biting on the pad of his thumb much more harshly than usual. He had all but given in to his natural desires, it seemed. B moaned, and L let out another one of his beautiful noises, louder than the first. B lost it once more, wishing desperately that he could have cum right then and there.

It seemed B had an angel looking out for him that night, as a few moments later, L opened his mouth to let out a strangled cry of pleasure – the most pleasing, stunning, amazing sound B had ever heard – and a second afterwards, B felt his idol’s hot cum shooting down his throat. It caught him off guard, but he stifled his gag reflex, not wanting to pull away and waste any of the precious substance. Once he was sure L was completely spent, he slowly pulled away, giving L a last long suck, just to make sure he had gotten every drop of the man’s cum.

He could taste in on the back of his throat, and even a little in his mouth. It wasn’t a taste that would have normally pleased him, but in L’s case, it was delicious. Sure, it tasted like salty milk, but there was another flavor to it that was distinctly L… He couldn’t call it sweet, but something about it reminded him of the great detective.

L let his hand drop from his mouth, and B could hear him panting heavily. He swallowed once before going back to moaning, the toy still buzzing inside him.

“Beg,” L said through his panting.

B didn’t hesitate to comply. He had been wishing so badly for the ability to speak, to beg for L to let him cum, since the moment L said he was only allowed to speak when L said so.

“L…” he whined, pushing his hips backwards in a futile attempt to get the toy to move inside of him. “L, please… I want to cum, please let me cum! Please, please, L, please!”

“More,” L said, moving to sit behind B, pumping the vibrating toy in and out of him.

“Oh god, please, L, I’ve been waiting for so long!” B moaned, louder this time. “Please, I have to cum, please, god, L, ahhh!”

“Say it,” L said, leaning over to whisper huskily into B’s ear. “Say my name.”

“L!” B cried out, so badly wanting to add the name he had seen floating next to the letter over L’s head, though he knew it wouldn’t turn out well. “L, L, L! L, make me cum, please!”

He heard L let out a shuddering breath, right before he felt his long fingers ghost over the base of his swollen cock, finally undoing the cock ring and letting it fall to the sheets below. The vibrating cock pumped inside him one more time, and B let out a final long, loud moan as he was finally allowed the release he so craved. His cum splattered messily onto the covers, making a long trail as B’s back arched in a way he never thought humanly possible. He could hear L’s heavy breath in his ear, and his orgasm was only intensified by the knowledge that his idol was enjoying his release about as much as he was.

The toy was flicked off and pulled out, discarded somewhere B couldn’t see. Well spent, B panted, collapsing onto the sticky bed. He was so incredibly worn out that he could barely stay conscious. Within a few seconds’ time, he was drifting off.

The last thing he saw before letting the sweet embrace of unconsciousness wash over him was L smiling over him – a sincere, beautiful smile – and his soft voice saying, “Thank you, B…”

OWARI