Work Text:
Joe Adonis
“Delete.”
Si Li
“Delete.”
Araki Aadao
“Dele-“
Beep beep.
Teru Mikami stopped in his routinely scheduled judgment session to pick up his phone. An E-mail from an obvious burner account. Kira! Mikami hadn’t been in contact with his God since Takada’s death, and he was relieved to hear they were doing alright.
Hello T
I need you to come to the yellow box tomorrow. Be there at about 13:00. This will be the day when Kira will finally be able to judge those who sin freely
Thank you
Mikami sat rigidly in his seat. He would finally be able to meet his God. Kira. His face flushed red, and he immediately became aware of his rapidly hardening cock. “N-no, I mustn’t…Kira trusts me not to..do these things..” Mikami continued to murmur subtly about sinning and his current boner.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened to Mikami. When he had first started worshiping Kira, or any God in particular actually, he’d always seemed to react obsessively towards the being. Needing to please said God in any way possible. When Mikami first received the killer notebook with his instructions from God, he masturbated for over 5 hours, just thanking the deity for trusting him with such a job. Now he had another to fulfill. Mikami clasped his hands together and prayed, “Thank you, Kira, for bestowing your powers on me. I will use them to create a new world where you are the law. I am a lowly sinner who gets off to the idea of you trusting me. For this, I must apologize for my actions.”
Mikami unclasped his hands and opened a drawer from his desk, and picked up a pocketknife. Placing the knife in his lap, he unbuckled his pants and shifted them down, revealing his pale thighs covered in nasty red, unhealed scars. He muttered another apology before grabbing the knife and sliding it down onto his thigh. And another cut before another, another and another. His cock twitched, and he sobbed quietly, adding another cut. He deserved this punishment. He was disgusting and wicked. He wanted nothing more than to scrawl his name on the Death Note with his blood. But he mustn’t, and he needs to be there for his God.
His boner ached. He placed the knife back on his desk before rubbing himself through the cloth of his boxers. “Just horrible, Teru...look at yourself.” He spat out, his cock already leaking and leaving a wet spot on his boxers. “You are supposed to be writing names, Teru. Kira would be disappointed.” He groaned, biting his lower lip. Mikami used his free hand to rub his fresh wounds. Blood seeped out from the thin cuts on his thighs, coating his fingers as he stroked them. A sob wrecked through his throat as his fingers touched an extremely sensitive spot, mainly due to the scars.
After teasing the new cuts, he unsheathed his hardened cock. Putting his blood-covered fingers in his mouth, he started pumping his cock. He imagined it was his God, teasing and fucking his body as if it were just an empty husk to be used for their pleasure. He was a repulsive, vile man only to be used to please others; yes, that was his purpose. As his mind wandered, he slowly felt the heat pooling up in his stomach. He whined loudly; even if he was close to release, he knew he wouldn’t be finished after just one round. The metallic taste of his blood made his head spin as he sucked on his fingers, relishing in the thought of it being Kira. With another flick of his wrist, he came with a yell.
“You disgusting creature, look at you. Just awful, you’re still erect.” He snarled, rubbing the head of his cock. With a shaky hand, he reached out for his pocketknife. Adding another few slashes to his thigh, then coating his fingers with more blood. This time he used his bloody fingers to stroke his cock. His eyes glazed over as the wet sound of his sensitive cock filled the room. Bucking his hips up into his hand as he sobbed, spewing profanities at himself. Cursing his existence as a slut for his deity. Back arching off of his chair as he came close to his second release. Now he was full-on moaning and screaming out to Kira. “Oh, please, Kira, use me as your slave! I will do anything for you, my lord!” He groaned, folding in half, hitting his head on his desk as he came.
His thighs were trembling now. Hot tears fell from half-lidded eyes as his body shook with ecstasy. He looked at his lap, cock still half hard and covered in blood. His thighs were trembling intensely as the angry red cuts and now bruises seeped out blood and were covered in his cum. His mind was overwhelmed with lust to care for his wounds in his current state. He wanted more, so he did more.
Slowly he opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a dildo and lube. Opening the bottle, he paused, looking down at the blood on his thighs and cock. “Oh god, please.” He muttered, looking for his knife again. He completely pulled down his boxers now, hissing as the fabric rubbed against his cuts. He was now adding another large gash on his thigh and letting the blood trickle out. He shifted in his seat, putting one of his legs up on the desk to angle himself better. He gathered some of his blood on his fingers and pushed them against his hole. “Please,” he groaned, pushing two in. He felt revolting, using his blood to finger himself at the concept of this being Kira’s doing. After stretching himself out for a little, he pulled his fingers out and then replaced them with the dildo. At this point, his vision grew blurry from mild blood loss and overstimulation. He struggled a little while pushing it deeper inside of himself before it hit an extremely sensitive part inside of himself, pulling out a loud moan from his throat.
He thrust the dildo deeper inside of him, legs starting to tremble again. He was already feeling close, cock twitching. He sped up, his arm feeling weak, as he gripped the armrest for support. More tears ran down his face as his body quivered before he let out a scream as he orgasmed. His body went limp, and his leg fell from his desk. Panting, he looked at his bloody thighs and rubbed the large gash he had stabbed into himself just a minute ago. His mind wandered to a dark thought of Kira fucking his wound and cumming deep into his thigh before moving his hand.
His head burned, and his legs felt weak. He looked over to his clock and found it was 23:43. He shot up from his seat, stumbling a little. If he was going to judge those who were trying to execute Kira tomorrow, he would need to get some rest, especially after what just happened.