One-shots

Hate Sex- Light Yagami ***SMUT Warning***

First time writing smut, but I had an idea and had to force my way through it.  Let me know what you think please!

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               She wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug smirk off his face. The hatred she felt towards this man, this man who, despite the lack of evidence, she knew with certainty killed all of those people, was palpable. However, unfortunately, so was her lust for him. He would smirk at her when no one was looking as if to say 'yeah, I did it, but what are you going to do about it?' It was both infuriating and sexy, and she had difficulty focusing on the case at hand because her mind was occupied with thoughts of taking out her frustration on him physically. She hated him, but by god, she wanted him too.

They were left alone in the office one day, and she could feel her stomach churning. Not with nerves, but with an unsatisfying mixture of white hot anger and desire. She knew that the task force wouldn't be back until Light told them to come; L was dead, and with Light in charge, he could do whatever he wanted. She didn't know why Light had asked her to stay behind, but she found herself glaring at him while trying to subtly clench her lower body to keep him from noticing her state. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows as he caught her glaring and nodded back to the paperwork in front of her. She met his eyes with a challenge, lifting her chin at him to tell him that he couldn't tell her what to do. He smirked and continued to stare into her eyes. When she realized that they were in a stalemate, she broke it by rolling her eyes and turning back to her work. He chuckled at her reaction, and she was acutely aware of the sound of movement coming from his chair. Next thing she knew, he had grabbed her chin roughly and turned her to face him.

"You don't have to make it so obvious that you hate me." He still had that infuriating smirk on his face, and there was amusement in his voice. She stared back defiantly.

"I'll make it as obvious as I want." He chuckled again and ran his fingers along her jawline.

"You know I could kick you off the task force at any time."

"Then why don't you?" His smirk fell into serious contemplation.

"Why indeed?" His fingers trailed from her jaw to her neck, and she couldn't help her eyes falling closed and the shudder that ran through her body at his touch. Her eyes snapped back open and she continued to glare at him, cursing her body's reaction to his touch. He was good-looking, sure, but he was at best a cocky, manipulative asshole, and at worst, a very dangerous criminal. His smirk came back. "Ah..." He breathed, coming close to her face like he was going to kiss her, but stopping just short of her lips. He was too close for her to see his face, but she kept her eyes open all the same, trying to decide what to do. One time... Just one time to get it out of her system. That might not be such a bad thing.

"Fuck you," she whispered defiantly, and then closed the distance between the two of them, kissing him roughly. She gasped when she felt him smirk and then bite her lower lip, pulling away slightly before letting it go. He stepped back and studied her reaction, and she did the same. He still had that stupid, cocky look on his face, but there was no denying the bulge in his pants and the desire in his eyes. She knew that she couldn't deny the flush that she was sure was on her face or the heaving of her chest, so she didn't say anything, only sat there with the same angry glare on her face as was always there when she looked at him.

"That was unexpected. I had an idea of what was running through that beautiful head of yours, but I really didn't think you'd ever act on it." He thought for a moment. "I'm kind of glad you did. I've been wanting to fuck you for a while. I know how much you hate me, but I'm quite fond of you. And besides, what is hatred but another kind of passion?" She took a deep breath before she came out with her proposal.