Hi everyone!
I don't own DeathNote.
Warning this story is going to be explicit and have a lot of smut in it.
This story follows the manga.
Enjoy!
Layla Yagami yawned as she walked into her parents house. The oldest of the Yagami children, at only twenty two years old she was the daughter her parents were not proud of. While graduating at the top of her class in school she chose to not attend college. Instead she works as an adult entertainer. Slender with curves in the right places she dressed more risque than family liked. Tattoos littered her skin in places that were easy to cover as well as piercings that she could easily hide.
"I'm home." She mumbled as she slipped off her shoes and walked upstairs, popping her head into her younger brother's room and she smiled seeing him studying. "Hey Light. How was school?" She asked while sitting on his bed as he looked over at her. "Someone dropped this." He held up a black notebook with Death Note written on top. "Whoever it was put in so much effort for a prank." Layla held her hand out so he would hand her the book and she could see what he was talking about. Opening the front cover she scanned the introduction and the instructions before handing it back with a shrug. "That's a strange one. I wouldn't waste my time with it. Besides Light, you're the one mom and dad have their hopes set on for one of their kids to be successful. You should focus your energy on your studies." He nodded as he stood up and waited for his sister to stand up and grab her bag. "I'm going to bed." She said with a deep yawn before giving him a hug and walking back to her room and falling asleep.
Five days later.
Layla grinned as she moved on the stage with practiced ease, the beat in her chosen song telling her that her last set for the night was almost over. Strutting to the front she dropped down on her knees in front of a clearly American tourist who was practically drooling over her as he drunkenly held up a hundred dollar bill for her to take. Smoothly she slid her knees back so she was hovering off the stage. The tourist stared greedily at the shimmering pieces of metal in her nipples before focusing on her mouth as she gently grabbed the bill with her teeth before winking at him and sliding back to her feet, leaning against the pole she swung her leg back as she heard the audience making noise at the move as she smoothly took the bill out of her mouth and tucked it into her shoe before swinging up on the pole for a second and then dropping into the splits as the song ended and the audience tossed her tips on stage that she happily picked up while flirting with the guys as she went. Standing up she walked backstage and put her money in a small lock box she carried to work as her manager walked over to her with a smile. "Layla, put on a new outfit. That American want's a private dance." She nodded while grabbing the paper that had the list of extra's the client paid for, noting that he paid for a strip tease and to touch but not to be touched. Digging in her bag she grabbed a new outfit before pulling the light blue straps into place and the small pieces of fabric that only covered her nipples, making her piercings stand out, carefully pulling on the matching thong she nodded at herself before walking out to the private booths to find her client. Spotting the tall American by himself she dipped low and poured him a drink before starting her private dance. The American sat back and watched her greedily as she moved to straddle his lap and started grinding on him. His mouth watered as she reached up and removed the fabric holding her breast captive allowing them to bounce freely before standing up and teasing him as she stipped off her thong. Before straddling him again, instantly feeling how big and excited he was through his sweatpants as she ground into him. He smirked as he felt her wetness and suddenly was disappointed he didn't pay for the happy ending as he grabbed one of her breast while the other hand went to rest on her hip causing her to pause until he started playing with it causing her to swallow and start moving again, leaning back she put her hands on her ankles allowing her client full access. She groaned as he started playing with her nipples, pulling lightly on the bar making her pant as she started grinding on him. Shivering as he stood at full attention with only the thin fabric of his sweats as a barrier. He shifted so his pants would be a little loose as she panted and moaned, rocking her hips as her wetness made his pants stick to him. Pulling his hand back he switched to the other nipple that had been bouncing forgotten. At the sudden attention she ground down on him feeling the need for something to be in her. With a tight squeeze to her nipple he moved his other hand from her hip to her pussy and found her hard clit that was straining for attention. She panted and made eye contact with him as he smirked before aggressively rubbing it causing her to groan loudly and jerk on him. He grunted as some of his length slipped into her tight cunt that greedily squeezed around him. Bending down he sucked her abused nipple into his mouth, teasing the poor bud with his tongue before playing with the little bar to make her moan and to ride him as more of his length managed to slip in from her constantly jerking and grinding as he rubbed her clit at a constant rhythm till finally she hit her orgasm. Letting her ride it out he easily braced her as she came down from the high before she blinked at him and a blush ran down her cheeks and she stood up, groaning as he slipped out of her. With a deep bow she grabbed her outfit, pausing when her client handed her a roll of American bills, and trotted backstage to change as one of the girls teased her. "You should just go back and fuck him." She giggled following after Layla as she bent over to dig in her bag the other girl swung back and slapped her on her bare wet pussy making her jump and glare at her. "That wasn't fair, Haru." She growled as the other girl laughed. "Oh come on. What's the difference between me and a client?" Layla sighed and shook her head while pulling on her underwear and pants. She paused while holding her bra and shirt. "Just because my client actually got me off doesn't mean you get to grab me." Deep down Layla hated Haru for constantly touching her, always acting like Layla belonged to her. Haru laughed before moving into her space and holding her hands up so they didn't quite touch her nipples but one wrong move and she would latch on. Layla took a step back and Haru quickly had her blocked against the lockers. "Oh come on Layla." She cooed as her hands slammed down on the abused buds causing Layla to gasp, her hormones in overdrive instantly making her wet again. "See?" Haru cooed as she roughly rubbed the buds, pulling sharply on the bars knowing how it would affect her. "Am I really so bad?" Layla panted for a second, her mind blank from the new wetness and the dull pain in her nipples at the rough attention, before coming to her senses and shoving her off and quickly slipping on her bra. "If you need to get laid that badly then sign up to take private clients." Layla snapped as she pulled her shirt on. "Oh come one." Haru tried again. "I only like girls. You know that. And you're the best to play with." She cooed again and pulled her into a hug to whisper in her ear. "You get wet so easily. I really could treat you right." She quickly snaked her hand into Layla's pants and shoved three fingers into her in one swift motion causing Layla to groan and grind on her hand. "Now, why don't you just relax." She cooed and easily removed Layla's shirt and bra. Her experienced mouth latched onto the bruising bud knowing she wouldn't be taking private clients tomorrow. Sucking on the bud she quickly got Layla out of her pants and made her laydown on the bench. Switching to her other abused nipple she decided to get mean for denying her even though they would fuck atleast once a week, sucking on the bud she pulled back before biting the bud and pulling causing Layla to scream and buck against her hands. Smirking, she let it go and looked down at her. "Say you're sorry Layla. Say you're sorry and I'll make you feel real good." Layla groaned as Haru hooked her fingers up causing her breath to hitch. "Tell me you're sorry and you won't do it again and I'll move my fingers." She demanded before roughly biting her nipple again. "I'm sorry." Layla breathed out, making Haru happy as she dropped down and sucked on Layla's clit. Running her tongue over it and circling it as she added a fourth finger and pounded them into Layla with no hesitation loving the sounds she was getting from the young woman. Pulling back she removed her hand just before Layla went over the edge and forced her on her knees so she was laying over the bench with her abused nipples barely touching the ground causing her to groan everytime they rubbed, the wood of the bench supported under her stomach. And Haru had full access to her pussy which she took full advantage of and shoved her fingers in and got back to a rushed rhythm. Every pull out she spanked Layla "Will you ever deny me again?" She demanded while forcing Layla to grab the bench so she couldn't stop nipples from scraping the floor. "No." She whimpered as Haru slapped her ass again before moving her angle, forcing Layla's nipples to shove painfully into the floor. Finally Layla came again and Haru stood up licking her fingers. "Now. Why do you have to make things so difficult?" Layla pantted and slowly sat on the bench. Haru bent down so they were face to face. "Next time you deny me. I'll make sure to fuck you infront of the clients." Layla nodded as Haru walked out and she could get dressed and leave in peace.
Reaching home she smiled as she spotted Light walking up the sidewalk she decided to wait for him so they could enter together. "Hey Light." She greeted as he smiled down at her. "Hey Layla. How was work?" He asked as they walked in to see their mother waiting on them. "Welcome back!" Haru looked over as Light sighed and handed their expecting mother his grades. "Wow! Ranked first in the country on the National Scholastic practice exam!" Light responded with 'Yup' while the siblings walked upstairs together. "I'm going to study, so don't bother me." Their excited mother agreed before thinking of something. "Oh, Light! Is there anything you want? Just say something." Layla rolled her eyes, remembering when her mother treated her like that not too long ago. Reaching Light's room Layla flung herself on his bed. "Bad day?" He asked, sitting at his desk. "Haru." Was all she said as she winced and moved so her shoulders and breast were hanging off the bed so they wouldn't sting as bad. She raised an eyebrow as Light pulled out the Death Note. "You still have that thing?" She asked before she was interrupted by something laughing. Turning she gasped in shock and fell off the bed, yelping in pain, as Light turned around to see the Shinigami that had appeared. "Looks like you're enjoying it." It said as Light fell out of his chair. "Why are you so surprised? I'm the owner of the Death Note, Shinigami Ryuk. Seems like you've realized that ain't no normal notebook." Light took a moment to compose himself and sat back on his chair while Layla sat back on the bed watching the Shinigami with curiosity. "I'm not surprised, Ryuk." Light stated after a moment, causing Ryuk to look at him. "I've been waiting for you, Ryuk. I've already accepted the Death Note as real, But seeing things for myself gives me more confidence in my actions. Plus there's things I want to ask you." Layla gasped as Light showed the pages filled with names. "Wait. Light. That thing is real?" Layla asked with caution as Light nodded at her as Ryuk grabbed the notebook and looked at the names. "Whoa. This is amazing! I'm the one surprised! I've heard many stories of the Death Note falling to the Human World, but you're the first one to do this much in only 5 days. A normal person would be too freaked out to go this far." Light leaned against his desk while Layla grabbed the notebook and flipped through it, realizing some of the names were familiar from news stories. "I'm prepared Ryuk. I used the Shinigami notebook. And now a Shinigami has come. What happens to me? Is my soul taken?" Ryuk looked confused. "Huh? What's that? Wild human imagination? I won't do anything to you. Once the Death Note lands in the Human World, it belongs to that world. It's now yours." Light looked shocked. "Mine?" Ryuk moved to the window. "If you don't want it then give it to someone else. Though if that happens, I will erase your memories concerning the Death Note. And because you're the one who used my Death Note, and your sister touched it, only you two can see me. Of course, only you two can hear me also. The Death Note. Is the bond that ties human Light and Shinigami Ryuk together." Layla nodded in understanding as Light still looked shocked. "Bond? So there's really no price for using the Death Note?" Ryuk chuckled. "Well, you could say. The stress and fear that's only experienced by the human using the notebook. And. When you die. I'll be writing your name in my notebook, but. Don't think that a human who uses the Death Note gets to go to heaven or hell. That's it." There was a pause before Light laughed and Ryuk grinned. "Something to look forward to when you die." Layla giggled from her spot. "Then. One more thing. Why did you choose me?" Layla shook her head as Ryuk laughed. "Don't be conceited. I only dropped the notebook. You think you were chosen? It just happened to fall there. And you just happened to find it. That's why I put the explanation in the most popular language, english." Light looked unconvinced. "Then why did you drop it? Including an explanation like that, it can't be an accident." Layla watched the exchange in amusement. Noticing how somehow the pair matched each other. "Why? Because I was bored." At that Layla laughed, causing the two to look at her as she stood up from the bed. "As enlightening as this has been, I'm going to bed." Light nodded and told her goodnight knowing she wouldn't say anything to their mother or father. Reaching her room Layla yawned and grabbed her pajamas before walking to the bathroom and starting the shower. As the water heated up she stripped and decided to examine any damages from the day. Carefully examining her nipple she flinched at the bruising and sighed before quickly changing the jewelry out to ones with hearts on either end of the bar. Looking down at her hips she spotted a bruise forming on her right hip. "Damn." She grumbled knowing she would have to cover that with makeup. Groaning she jumped in the shower and cleaned herself noting how sore her pussy was along with bruises on her ass that were also sore. After getting cleaned she stepped out of the shower and changed into her pajamas hissing as the material touched her bruises before walking back to her room and falling asleep. Neither her nor Light knowing what the Death Note had really brought their way.
That's it for the first chapter!
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