content: perverted boss, shy/hesitant reader, masturbation, p in v, wedgie kink, creampie, pure filth, smut without much plot (?)
L. Lawliet is your disgustingly perverted boss whom you’re working under on the kira case. we don’t talk about the time you once used his bathroom and found his cum stained pants that he shamelessly left hanging on the hook rack. he probably meant for you to find it too. he doesn’t bother to even try and stay quiet when he’s jerking himself off in his room and will often do it in the headquarters during late hours at night when no one else is there, except he knows you’re lurking around. he’ll even moan your name out loud if he’s feeling extra brave. god knows the day he gets his hands on you he will not hold back.
and the day he finally does is when he catches you watching him pleasure himself, his head thrown back against the chair in front of his multiple monitor screens. beads of pre-cum leak from his swollen tip as his long pale fingers run up and down his flush cock. he suddenly stops mid stroke and calls you out, his voice low and sultry.
“you’ve been standing there and observing for about two minutes and twenty four seconds,” he announces, not even turning back to look at you, “i suppose you thought i didn’t see you there.”
you’re flustered, embarrassed, and above all, you’re flooding yourself in your fucking panties. maybe you’re just as much of a pervert as him, or maybe it’s the way you’ve always wondered what those cold, long fingers of his would feel like inside you, or how his grunts and whimpers would sound while you have your mouth around his cock.
he has a way of extracting the truth out of those around him, so naturally you couldn’t hide your strange sexual inclinations towards him and gave in. he’s a freak and a shameless pervert who’s ogled you around the workplace multiple times and as much as it gave you the chills, you found yourself getting moist recalling these instances when you went to bed each night.
“interesting,” he remarks, as he circles around you, “your body language tells me you’re almost as aroused as i am right now.”
he sits you down on his lap, sliding your panties to the side and the icy coldness of his fingers against your warm clit makes you flinch. he takes his sweet time with you, his fingers painstakingly slow as you push your hips against him, wanting, no, needing more.
before you can process it, your erect nipples are pressed against his chest as he’s stuffing you repeatedly with his lengthy, pale cock from below. his hands feel like they’re all over your body all at once, from your lush breasts to your hips, and then back to flicking and rubbing your sensitive clit.
he pulls out every now and then, tugging onto your panties from behind, as they ride up between your ass cheeks and up your pussy. he loves testing you like that, making you squirm at the friction and intense pressure of the wedgie he’s giving you as he pulls higher and higher, making you beg for him to stop, and he whispers the filthiest comments in your ear while he does.
L most definitely creampies you once he’s done. the freak has a breeding kink, are we even surprised? his thrusts start to get lazy and sloppy, you match his rhythm and bounce on it too as you feel his veins pulsating between your walls and it’s all too much to handle. his orgasm is never ending because he jizzes like a goddamn monster — the man’s always got his nose buried in some case, he barely gets time to relieve himself. he shoots months worth of built up cum up your pussy as you cry out his name, his hands tightly covering your mouth to muffle any noise to avoid raising concerns from your fellow co workers, not that L would care too much. your legs feel like putty wrapped around him as you ride out your high too, best believe he enjoys the way you clench around him and suck him in, panting and moaning your name repeatedly. it is so much better than jerking off by himself.
“what a lewd mess,” he coos, examining his seed dripping out of your pussy and onto his thighs. he runs his fingers along your slimy, slippery folds and brings his fingers to your mouth to make you taste the blissful mixture of your juices.
a/n: i wrote this based off of a dream i had last night.. teehee
light yagami was a man of professionalism, hard work, and intelligence—so never in a million years did the task force think when light said he had a girlfriend—were you going to pop up by his side.
you were…pink, pastel colors wrapped around your body like second skin. tight fitting clothing was the usual style for you—even if light hated it. or…pretended to. he hated all the eyes on you, the attention you received when others could see your chest practically spilling out of your top. he despised it. but he loved it when you were alone, when he didn’t have to struggle to undress you—but that was different. that was when you were together, when only his eyes were on you. but now? the entire task force could see just how much of a slut you were. what a whore light yagami was dating.
his words not theirs.
now you thought it would be the sweetest surprise to come by the task force headquarters with light’s lunch; pasta you’d made with cut up fruit and some cookies! he’d mistakenly forgotten and you took it upon yourself to deliver it to him like the caring girlfriend you were.
now you knew there were precautions that had to be taken to protect themselves from kira, but what you didn’t expect when you arrived was for the head quarters to look something akin to a maximum security prison.
you stood there at the entrance with a lunchbox in hand, completely dumbfounded…
“ahm-ryuzaki, there’s someone at the front gate..”
matsuda’s voice caught everyone’s attention, their eyes darting to the wide-screen cameras—each one focusing in on you.
“who is tha—“
“that’s my girlfriend.” light grumbled beneath his breath, his irritation obvious to everyone in the room.
“an odd way to declare that.” ryuzaki muttered, sitting in his chair the way he always did while he munched away on some macarons. if you were really light’s girlfriend, he would at least try and act like he liked you wouldn’t he? maybe he’s in a mood. perhaps he doesn’t love you at all. maybe—
bzz. bzz.
light’s phone began to ring and he didn’t have to look at the cameras to know it was you, waiting for him to pick up.
he let the phone ring for a few seconds before picking it up, hoping his delay would make you think he was busy.
boy was he wrong.
“light!! i’m outside your work building, but i don’t know how to get inside! i have your lunch hehe, i even cut up the strawberries into little hearts and—“
you continued to ramble—not giving light a single moment to speak. the entire task force just watched from the cameras, confused and a little…flustered?
they couldn’t tell exactly what you were wearing, but they got the gist. it showed off your legs and a bit of your cleavage, skin that seemed a bit fuzzy from the quality of the camera, but it was visible none the less.
it pushed light over the edge when he looked back at matsuda just to see his eyes glued to the screen, his face completely red.
“go home.”
“w-what?” you stuttered, a little caught off guard from the stern tone of light’s voice. like a teacher scolding their student.
he was sick of them—matsuda especially—ogling you as if he wasn’t right there. they didn’t deserve to see you all dolled up. you were here to see him. you got ready for him, you got lunch for him—they couldn’t have you. what were you doing practically parading yourself around like that for them? god, you had to have been doing it on purpose at this point…
“i’m not hungry. go home.”
maybe he didn’t hear how mean he was being to his poor girlfriend—but he was. it wasn’t his usual mean. mean that he would instantly apologize for because he knew you’d start crying, or even the condescending mean he’d pull during sex, making fun of your sobbing and hot body. mimicking your moans.
this? it just made you want to crawl into a hole and die. and everybody saw it.
“..okay.”
you physically deflated, hesitantly walking back to your car until you left the camera’s frame.
“I’ll call you back later, okay? ‘m busy you know this.”
“i know..” you sighed, playing with the lunchboxes strap just to give yourself something to do.
“bye, baby.”
“bye, light.”
you let out a soft sigh, plopping into the front seat with a little pout. you just wanted to be helpful. you didn’t want your boyfriend to starve through out the day :(
but he didn’t take it as help, he took it as an annoying distraction. something that fucked with him emotionally. seeing everyone look at you like that? at what was his? it made him…feel something. something he didn’t like.
“that seemed harsh, light.” ryuzaki commented, breaking the awkward silence. what did he even know about relationships anyways? he didn’t understand you or light—he was upset at you. rightfully so in his eyes, and you needed a punishment.
“she’ll be fine, not like i hit her.”
“yet.” aizawa muttered, sending mogi a look.
“excuse me?”
you stayed curled in your bed until light came home, softly crying into your pillowcase. he knew you were sensitive. knew he needed to plan out his words before speaking to you—and yet, this time your overthinking got to you before he could.
you didn’t even hear his footsteps or the creak of the door when he came in, you only felt him when he put his hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly.
“why are you crying, hm?”
you look up at him, slowly blinking away your tears as you tried to form a sentence. unfortunately, the only thing you could mutter was “lunch”, but light connected the puzzle pieces from there.
“lunch, huh?” he sighed, palming your cheek to force you to make eye contact.
“now..when you came by what were you wearing?”
“a..skirt and top.”
“no. try again.”
“s-short skirt and..and low cut top..” you whispered, shame building behind your eyes.
“mhm..and what did i say not to wear?”
“revealing things..”
“and did you listen to me?” he murmured, squishing your cheeks with his fingers ever so slightly as he looked down at you. condescending as ever.
“n-no.” you stuttered, swallowing hard as he finally let go of you, his patience slowly snapping.
“do you understand why i yelled at you now? yeah, baby?”
you nodded your head, watching him slide off his coat after he pulled himself away from you, letting the piece of clothing drop to the floor.
“c’mere.” he sighed, patting the spot on his thigh.
you were quick to pounce onto his lap, waiting expectantly for a kiss. maybe even a little hickey on your neck as a “lesson” but he just stayed still as if he was waiting for you to correct your mistake. a mistake you didn’t even know you made.
“…light?”
“other side.”
shit. you knew you wouldn’t get off so easily.
“but—“
“don’t make me repeat myself.”
you slowly got off his lap before rolling back onto his legs on your stomach, your ass above his thighs.
you knew what was coming yet you still flinched when he spoke, his voice deep and low.
summary: He believes he’s going to die soon, and the idea of leaving the Kira case unfinished gnaws at him. The thought of his legacy fading away too soon is unbearable. He needs a successor. And soon.
warnings: A LOT of breeding, smut, unprocteted sex, overstimulation, multiple rounds, pwp, tummy buldge, mentions of cum, mating press, virgin!L, obssesed!L, mentions of forming a family, not proof read and sleepy while writing this. and more.
a/n: ik this is going to have as much support as my other works, but it's def one of my best and favs writings, so please show me your support with a comment and reblog! it means a lot for me!
You've been part of the task force for a while now, ever since L handpicked you for his elite team. As a regular member, you've earned your place and trust within the group. The necessity of keeping your identity hidden has diminished, thanks to the expanding team, but you still opt for an alias during meetings, maintaining a veil of secrecy around your true connection to L.
L’s mind is a labyrinth, each thought of a winding path leading to an unknown destination. His strategies are always a step ahead, his deductions razor-sharp. Yet, despite his brilliance, one specific thought has been haunting him lately:
He believes he’s going to die soon.
This isn't a paranoid delusion but a calculated assessment. L understands the immense dangers tied to the Kira case. The complexity of the situation has grown, and he suspects an external force at play, one that eludes even his grasp. This unknown entity has shifted the balance, making the case more perilous than ever.
L is determined not to let his legacy end prematurely. He has dedicated his life to solving the world’s most challenging mysteries, and the idea of leaving the Kira case unfinished gnaws at him. The thought of his legacy fading away too soon is unbearable.
He needs a successor.
And soon.
Finding someone who can match his intellect and tenacity is no simple task. The successor must be able to understand his intricate methods, to carry on his relentless pursuit of justice. The urgency of this mission weighs heavily on him, as he prepares to identify and groom the next guardian of his legacy.
You were the perfect match for him, and his calculations confirmed it. There was an 86% probability that having a child with you would result in someone with a higher IQ than his own, combined with the social skills he lacked. In the realm of interpersonal relationships, L was inexperienced, never having had a relationship or intimacy before. Recently, he had been contemplating how to propose this idea to you.
Should he ask you outright? Should he try to make you fall in love with him first? No, this wasn't about love. It was a precaution, a step in his investigation, a way to ensure his legacy continued if the worst were to happen.
The atmosphere in the headquarters was tense as always, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room. You sat at your desk, engrossed in your work, when L’s quiet footsteps approached. His presence was magnetic, his aura of mystery and intellect always palpable. He paused beside you, his gaze fixed on the monitors displaying the latest updates on the Kira case.
“Can we talk?” His voice was soft, almost hesitant, a rare departure from his usual confident demeanor.
You looked up, surprised by the uncharacteristic uncertainty in his tone. “Of course, L. What’s on your mind?”
He shifted, glancing around the room as if searching for the right words. “There’s something I need to discuss with you. It’s… personal.”
Your curiosity piqued, you nodded, giving him your full attention. “I’m listening.”
He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. “You’re aware of the importance of my work, of the dangers we face daily. The Kira case has made me realize that I must consider contingencies I hadn’t thought of before.”
You nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“There’s a… statistical analysis I’ve conducted,” he said, his voice becoming more clinical as he explained. “It suggests that if I were to have a child with someone of your intelligence and social capabilities, the child would have a higher IQ than mine and possess the social skills I lack. This could be crucial in continuing my work if anything were to happen to me.”
The gravity of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. L, always methodical and rational, had approached this highly personal matter with the same analytical mindset he used to solve cases. You could see the logic in his plan, yet the implications were overwhelming.
“So, you want me to… have a child with you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Yes,” he replied, his eyes unwavering. “But understand, this is not about emotions or personal desire...I think” He whispers to himself before he continues– “It’s a precaution, a part of my contingency planning. I’ve never experienced a relationship or intimacy, so I’m uncertain how to approach this.”
The room seemed to close in around you as you processed his request. It was a cold, calculated proposition, yet it carried a weight of vulnerability and trust. L was placing his future, his legacy, in your hands.
“How do you expect this to work, L?” you asked, your voice tinged with both curiosity and trepidation.
“I’m not sure,” he admitted, his facade of invincibility cracking slightly. “I’ve considered different approaches. Should I simply ask you directly? Should I try to make you fall in love with me first? But this isn’t about love. It’s about ensuring that if I am no longer here, someone capable can continue my work.”
A silence fell between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions. L’s eyes searched yours, looking for understanding, perhaps even acceptance. You could see the conflict within him, the struggle between his logical mind and the unfamiliar territory of human connection.
“I need time to think about this,” you finally said, your voice gentle but firm.
L nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his features. “Of course. Take all the time you need. This is not a decision to be made lightly.”
Finally, you made your decision.
One evening, you found L in his usual spot, hunched over his laptop, eyes glued to the screen. The dim light cast shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity of his focus. Taking a deep breath, you approached him, your heart pounding in your chest.
“L,” you said softly, breaking the silence. He looked up, his piercing gaze meeting yours.
“I’ve thought about what you asked,” you continued, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “And I agree.”
For a moment, L simply stared at you, processing your words. Then, slowly, he nodded, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of his desk. “Understood. Thank you for your cooperation.”
You took a seat across from him, the air between you charged with a new sense of purpose. “How do we proceed?”
L leaned back, his thumb brushing his bottom lip in thought. “We need to ensure this doesn’t disrupt our work or compromise the investigation. The task force must not be aware of our personal connection, as it could create complications.”
You nodded, understanding the delicate balance that needed to be maintained. L’s expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “I must admit that emotional connections are not my area of expertise. This will be… a learning experience. Should… we do it tonight?”
“Ah- Ah- Slow down, L-Lawliet!” you gasped, your voice breaking with a mix of pleasure and urgency.
L’s thrusts were sloppy but fast, driven more by instinct than experience. His movements lacked rhythm, a clear sign of his inexperience. He had come twice already without withdrawing from you, his body responding purely on primal urges.
He had done his research, concluding that a mating press might be the most effective position for this purpose. But he never anticipated how overwhelmingly good it would feel. Was it like this with everyone? Or was it something unique because it was you?
His thrusts grew more erratic, almost desperate. Small whines escaped his mouth, each one tinged with your name like a prayer. You could feel every twitch, every movement inside you, the raw intensity of his desire almost too much to bear.
“L,” you whispered, trying to regain some control. “You need to… slow down.”
He nodded, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. “I’m trying,” he panted, his voice unsteady. “It’s just… so overwhelming.”
His usually sharp, calculating mind seemed lost in the haze of sensation. Every thrust, every brush of skin against skin, was a new experience for him. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle between maintaining control and giving in to the raw pleasure.
He moaned at the familiar, overwhelming sensation of climaxing again, and you could feel your own release approaching. The intensity was almost unbearable when he grabbed a pillow and slipped it under your back, angling you into an even deeper mating press. His thrusts became more deliberate, his cock somehow reaching deeper, hitting your g-spot with precision over and over again.
The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that all you could do was chant his name like a mantra, each syllable a prayer of ecstasy. “L-Lawliet,” you breathed, your voice trembling with the force of your impending climax.
He watched you with dark, hungry eyes, his own pleasure driving him to thrust harder, faster. “S-shit,” he gasped, his breath hitching, “I think—” His words dissolved into a whine as he came again inside you, his release flooding your womb with a desperate, addictive need.
This wasn’t just about producing a successor anymore. It was about the raw, primal satisfaction of filling you over and over again. He was captivated by the sight of your bodies joined, the way your mixed arousal leaked from where you were connected, glistening in the dim light.
“Lawliet,” you cried out, your own climax hitting you with the force of a tidal wave. Your body tightened around him, milking every last drop of his release as he continued to thrust, his movements erratic and needy.
He whimpered, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pressed his forehead against yours, his dark hair falling in a messy curtain around your face. “You feel… incredible,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion and exertion.
He groaned before pressing his lips to yours, the kiss deep and fervent. His cock remained erect inside you, pulsing with an insatiable desire. The feeling of having you this close, of being connected so intimately, was overwhelming. In that moment, he lost all sense of reason and the initial purpose behind his actions.
His mind, usually so sharp and focused on the Kira case, was now clouded with visions of a future he never thought he'd consider. He imagined how adorable you would look, carrying his child, a baby with his eyes and your smile. The idea of having a family with you consumed him, pushing all thoughts of logic and strategy aside.
Without realizing it, he began thrusting again, the movement instinctual and desperate. Each thrust was deliberate, fulfilling the small bump of cum inside you that was already visible through your tummy. He watched in awe, fascinated by the sight of your bodies joined so intimately, the tangible evidence of his desire and your shared pleasure.
“L-Lawliet,” you gasped against his lips, your hands clutching his shoulders as he moved within you. “What... what are you thinking?”
He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “I’m thinking… I’m thinking about us. About a future I never allowed myself to dream of.” His voice was rough with emotion, a raw edge that you rarely heard.
Your heart swelled at his words, the vulnerability in his usually composed demeanor striking a chord deep within you. “Lawliet,” you whispered, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. “I never imagined… I never thought you’d want this.Want me”
“I didn’t either,” he admitted, his thrusts growing more purposeful. “But now, with you, that's all I can think about. The idea of you carrying my child, of us having a family…you in general… it’s overwhelming.”
He kissed you again, more gently this time, savoring the softness of your lips against his. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, the sensation heightened by the emotional intensity of the moment. His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every detail.
“Do you… do you want this too?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
“Yes,” you breathed, the admission freeing a weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying. “I want this. I want us.”
His eyes darkened with a mix of relief and desire, and he kissed you harder, his movements inside you becoming more urgent. The room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, each moan and gasp a testament to the bond growing between you.
As he continued to thrust, you could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. He seemed to sense it too, his rhythm intensifying as he chased his own release.
“Lawliet,” you cried out, your climax hitting you with the force of a tidal wave. Your body tightened around him, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
He groaned, his own release following closely behind, filling you once more. The feeling was addictive, the raw intimacy of it all-consuming. He held you close, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he whispered mostly to himself, his voice filled with wonder.
“Neither can I,” you replied, your heart pounding in sync with his. “But it feels right. It feels perfect.”
He nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “It does.”
You stayed entwined like that, savoring the afterglow and the newfound depth of your connection. The Kira case and the outside world faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of each other’s presence and the promise of a future together.
Eventually, as the reality of your situation began to seep back in, you knew you had to return to your duties. But the bond you had forged would remain, a source of strength and comfort in the days to come.
As L gently pulled out and helped you adjust, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “We’ll figure this out,” he said softly in a small whisper. “Together.”
“Together,” you echoed, your heart filled with a certainty that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them side by side.
I saw you said your open to Death Note characters. Could you write an inexperienced/perverted L fic? Since I’ve found your account I’ve been binging your armin fics, they are so good!
"I'm a... pervert?" - Lawliet
Summary: L doesn’t have a rope and a blindfold hidden away for no reason!
L, your beloved boyfriend, was absolutely devoted to you, even though his emotions didn't often show it. While it took some nagging to get him away from the Kira case, when he did give in to you, he was alllll yours.
It didn't take too long to find out he didn't have much sexual experience. L's whole body would tense up whenever he was close to cumming, a point that only took him a few minutes to get to. The pleasure he gave you was riveting, sure, but he came so quick it felt like it was over in a flash.
Oh well. Stamina builds slowly.
One thing L hadn't shared with you was his more...perverted viewpoint. Late at night, when he was especially pent up, he would gaze at you peacefully sleeping in the plush hotel bed, imagining you in the filthiest ways.
He wanted you tied up, all for him to use.
He wanted to see you crying and writhing under him while struggling to take his cock, and he would get off on the sight of your tears.
And those were his tame thoughts.
Everyone else of the task force was either passed out on the couch or up in their hotel bed. L, on the other hand, seemed to be superglued to his chair, staring at the achingly bright computer screen in deep thought.
“L, it’s late.” You said, tone disapproving. You placed your hands on his shoulders leaning down over the chair. Too much sleep was sacrificed from everyone while working on the Kira case, but at least they slept. It takes more convincing than it should to drag L to bed.
“It’s not.” L replied bluntly, slender fingers extending towards the keyboard. You grabbed his right hand, stopping him to catch his attention. L looked up at you, eyebags disappointingly prominent.
“Yes?” He questioned. You sighed. All L did was overwork himself, and his body was so used to the burnout that it no longer reacted.
“Please, L, come to my bed with me. Sleep just a few hours, or at least relax.” You begged. L almost said no, but he knew better than to let you go to sleep upset.
He got up from his chair, which evoked a grin of gratitude. “I suppose I could take a small break.” He mumbled, following you up to your floor.
Your room was dark, only lit by the glow of a warm lamp in the corner. You hoped the darkness would make L sleepy.
L slipped off his shirt before crawling into bed with you, something that took him ages to start doing. Maybe he didn’t like to be undressed in the presence of others? You truly didn’t know. What mattered was that he was comfortable with you.
Minutes passed.
L was still wide awake, you could tell.
Suddenly, he sat up, turning to look over at you.
“I would like to have sex.” L said, just as straightforward and monotone as ever. His words caught your attention, eyes snapping open.
“Now?” You asked, sitting up as well. You could feel his curious eyes roaming over your body.
L looked away, thumb catching in between his teeth. “Yes. I feel as though it would give me some relief.” His answer almost made you chuckle. “Alright.” You smiled, leaning in, face less than an inch from his.
Feeling awfully bold, L closed the gap, kissing your soft lips with his own. You could tell he had tension that needed to be relieved just from how desperate his kiss was, and how his tongue immediately found its way into your mouth.
Clothes were stripped from your bodies, and now your bare pussy was grinding on his dick. L was rutting upwards, pathetic whines flowing from his mouth and it had only been a few minutes.
“I’m gonna…” he moaned, blushing at how he was already close to cumming. L grabbed your hips, forcing you to a stop. “What’s the matter?” You asked.
“I would like to try a new method of having sex. I’ve been thinking about trying it for some time.” L softly shifted you off from on top of him, getting up from bed to pull on his clothes.
You were incredibly confused, wondering if you were about to be left high and dry. “I’ll be back shortly.” L said before leaving your room.
You sat on your bed for about five minutes before L returned, holding a rope and a long piece of cloth.
“Are you opposed to bondage?” L inquired, getting back into your bed. You quickly shook your head no. The idea of L being into tying you up wasn’t something that had ever crossed your mind. But now that he was in front of you, rope in hand…
The only answer that rang in your head was “yes”.
L helped you get into position below him, raising your arms and crossing your wrists to tie you to the headboard. The knot L tied was sturdy, perks of him having taken Light and Misa into confinement.
L wrapped the soft blindfold around your head, fully obstructing your vision. He lifted your legs, admiring your pussy in the dim room.
“If you need me to stop…” L started, fat tip rubbing against your slit, a soft whimper coming from you. “Then tell me. Your pleasure is important.”
With those final words, L thrusted all the way into your cunt. Your warm walls enveloped his dick so wonderfully, he had to take a second and mentally prepare himself to not cum quick.
L gazed down at your vulnerable state, silently admiring your breasts, curves, the way your hair fell so perfectly around your face and onto the pillows.
He slowly started to move his hips, trying to find the right pace. L wasn’t on top most of the time when things got intimate, and wasn’t overly experienced on how to use his dick.
Good thing he was a fast learner.
“Faster, L.” You begged quietly, his slow and steady pace agonizing to put up with. You had to give him some grace, he was a bit new to this. Kira was to blame for less sex than you would prefer.
Raw instinct kicked in, and L was finally finding his way of doing things, motivation fueled by the sight of you bound under him. His eyes watched carefully as your breasts bounced up and down with each deliberate thrust of his.
The poor thing was so pent up, all he could do was push your legs so far back your knees almost met your ears, and drive into you with no sign of stopping. L had never felt something like this before; something so raw.
“Fuck, L! Keep- nghh going!” You moaned loudly. You had never been so grateful about the fact L had gotten you your own floor until now.
L wasn’t the loudest during sex, but this was awakening something in that sharp mind of his. Low groans and whimpers escaped his mouth, a clear sign he was enjoying being buried deep in your pussy.
“You feel incredible.” He moaned out quietly, those few words holding great meaning to you.
L continued to pound into you, tip hitting your g-spot with every animalistic thrust. His hips slapped against yours, bones colliding.
The sounds of your desperate moans mixed with the wet sloppiness of your cunt was like a symphony to L. His steady hands held you in place, the only thing keeping you grounded while he fucked your brains out.
“I’m close, baby- fuck, L, I’m gonna cum!” You shouted, tummy convulsing and hips bucking upwards. Once L felt you clench around his dick, he pulled out. You gasped as the cool air hit your empty pussy, whining in response.
It became an ongoing pattern. L would drag you to the brink of climax, and then deny it, pulling out. That didn't stop any orgasm of his own, though.
You were stuffed full of L's cum, easy access for him to slip in and out of your pussy. Every time he split from you, he would watch his semen drip from your cunt after releasing yet another load.
The tears that streamed down your rosy face only made L harder, and gave him more of a reason to keep teasing you.
"Pl-please, L!" You cried, pussy clenching around nothing. L rubbed his tip against your sore clit, debating in his mind whether or not to let you cum. The sight of your tears staining the blindfold was just so attractive, it would be a shame for it to be over so soon.
You tried to wring your wrists, rope rubbing against the skin in a way that was definitely less-than-pleasing. L reached forwards, massaging your warm tits as he took a painfully long time to decide his next move.
At last, he spoke: "I suppose." He murmured, shoving his slippery dick back into your puffy walls. Your back arched off the bed, hips rolling upwards with every hard, rough thrust of his.
It didn't take long before you were about to finish once again, hoping L wouldn't turn back on his reluctant word. L pressed down on your tummy gently, a silent, relieving invitation to cum
It was no understatement to say this was the best orgasm you had ever had. It washed over you like the feeling of jumping into a cool body of water on an agonizingly hot day; in other words, it was perfect.
L's orgasm followed suit, and he came into your overflowing pussy once again. You threw an arm over your face, breathing erratic as you took a few minutes to come down from your high. L pulled out, cock heavy and dripping, so he could undo your bounds.
L untied the ropes, setting your scratched wrists free, and then took off the blindfold. He waited until your panting stopped and your eyes adjusted before he started to talk.
"I think this has relieved a great amount of my stress. Thank you." He said, fully laying down next to you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
"Will you...go to sleep now?" You turned to lay on your side, pulling the covers up to your chin. L paused, but he didn't want to disappoint you.
"I will." L answered shortly, letting you snuggle up against his chest. He spent a few minutes listening your delicate breathing, before finally dozing off into a much-needed sleep.
