hooking up with your co-worker is probably, most definitely against company policy.. but his moves are so calculated and tantalising that you can't help but bask in the dalliance. he knew exactly what angle to rock his hips at, where you like to be touched, and what he had to say to make your pussy clamp around his cock so deliciously. he's pounding you in missionary, stuttering out a pathetic, "y'feel so good, hnnn! c-can't stop—too good.. aah!" into your ear.
he's a fast learner and it shows. his iq is higher than his libido and the fact that he's the most intelligent person you've ever met is only making you crazier.
loser lawliet fucks with passion. his nose is always buried in a book or some stupid case file, so it's no wonder that he's been going for three rounds with how pent-up he must've been. his swollen tip pounds your cervix at a brutal pace as he lets out a desperate, "ah, ah! 'm cumming, cumming—hnngh!" before spilling his seed inside the confines of your aching cunt.
lawliet cums so much it's embarrassing, using his load from earlier as lube to keep on fucking you over and over again as you moan into the crook of his neck. without warning, he slides out of the comforting warmth of your pussy, leaves a kiss on your forehead and immediately turns his attention towards the mess he's made. "h-huh? eru, what are you—"
he pushes your legs apart, proudly putting your sopping cunt on full display as he watches his own semen leak out. "just checking. your pleasure is important to me," he says bluntly as he buries his face between your thighs. you gasp as he spreads your pussy lips with his thumbs, letting out a satisfied, 'hm' at the sight of his latest assignment. you're so incredibly full of him that it's making you feel bloated.
"you're so sensitive to my touch, aren't you?" he coos, smearing his load all over your clit. you choke out a whiny, "hnngh! eru you're not—aah—done yet?" as your legs flail at the intrusion, feeling his index finger flick your sweet spot. "you see, i don't usually like messy things.." he leans in to take a closer look, inspecting your poor pussy as if it's just another one of his case samples before sticking his tongue into your needy hole.
the sweet tang of his cum hits his tastebuds straight away, paired perfectly with your own juices in an abhorrently lewd taste. the euphoria goes straight to his cock. you shudder at the sensation, screaming out a shaky, "a-ah, ah! fuck, hnngh! eruuu!"
you're crushing his head with your thighs, but the pleasure's so overwhelming that you simply can't help it. your walls spasm around his tongue as he flicks and swirls it around, practically making out with your creamy cunt. "fuck—aah! e-eru, shit, oh my god!" you mewl, tugging on a lock of his jet black hair as you're pulling his face closer towards your heat. he starts to slow down, and it feels like heaven's being stripped away from you the moment he comes to an abrupt halt.
"ah, where was i? oh, yes." he trails off, eyeing a bead of cum racing down your ass. "i'm not a huge fan of messy things, you know." his tongue catches the droplet, lapping it up before spitting it back into your overflowing pussy. right where it belongs. his touch is reverent as he lets his hands roam your body once again, softly caressing your labia. "..but this. this is an exception."
a/n happy birthday to my favourite character of all time!! didn't know how do address him so i hope "eru" is okay, "l" looks so awkward on it's own...
he constantly has to have something in his mouth. he usually prefers it to be food, a sweet of some sorts. but ever since you two started dating, you’ve been making your way up his list.
L isn’t really a touchy guy. he isn’t that big on physical touch, especially in public. whether you touch him or not doesn’t matter much to him. but in private, he’s on you often. not usually with his hands, but with his mouth. when he doesn’t have some sort of food on his tongue, you’re the next best thing.
most commonly, it’s your fingers. it’s the most comfortable position for you both. your fingers sitting in his mouth as he occasionally sucks while you both do your own thing, not speaking. it’s a comfortable silence.
every now and then, he’ll get on his knees for you. slowly pulling your panties down, not in a mood to rush anything. most of the time he’ll just stare at your cunt for a bit before he dives in. sometimes you’ll even have to push his head down if he drowns out your desperate pleads for him to please you already. he’s exceptionally skilled with his tongue, as showed. what he likes most about eating you out is the sweet savor of your pussy. the exquisite taste on his tongue is like heaven to him.
but his favorite way for you to occupy his mouth by far, is by sucking on your tits. pushing your shirt over your breasts, as he watches them bounce down from the force. he immediately latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, flicking his tongue back and forth and then going back to sucking. one of his hands flies up to pinch and play at your free nipple, for your pleasure of course. he frequently uses this method to help him fall asleep, as he finds it hard to rest most nights with his mind constantly running. this allows him to only focus on you and your boobs, relaxing him.
do we like small or big font better? sorry this is so short and bad lol
You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.
At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.
It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.
In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.
So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.
His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.
"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.
"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.
"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.
"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.
His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.
"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please."
As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.
"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"
SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO
l lawliet x fem!reader
sick and tired of L's abysmal sleep schedule, you get creative in persuading him to rest.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, oral sex (m receiving)
a/n: wrote this for one of my besties <3
“Hey, you.”
L doesn’t need to look away from his computer screen to know the way you’re standing. A pout on your face, an arm outsretched into an accusatory point. His smooth, lilted voice responds as his fingers continue clacking across his keyboard.
“Me?”
“Mhm,” you say. You stomp a little closer to his desk. “Do you know what time it is?”
“Hmmm. Based on your tone... too late for me to still be working?” he deadpans.
“Yeah. Way too late! It’s two in the morning, buddy,” you huff.
“At least the sun isn’t up yet,” he says.
“You’re lucky the sun isn’t up yet or you’d really be in trouble.”
You close the rest of the distance between the two of you, ending up behind his chair. Your hands each land on one of his shoulders. You carefully massage the stiff muscles there.
“You have to come to bed,” you continue, a little less firm and a little more pleading.
A soft sigh falls from his lips. “I know you want that. But I have to work.”
“You do not!” He winces as you squeeze his shoulders particularly hard. “The case is at a point with no leads. One solid night of rest won’t bring everything crashing down," you say.
“The case having no leads is why I need to work on it. Do you think they just pop up out of thin air?” he asks, tilting his head back to look up at you.
“You can find them just as easily during hours with sunlight. If you keep depriving yourself of sleep, you’ll just get sloppy and you might miss an important clue entirely!” you argue.
The clicks of the keyboard stop for a moment. One of his thin hands comes up to rest on top of yours. His fingertips rub little soothing stripes on your hand.
“As much as I appreaciate your concern, I really don’t need you to set a bedtime for me,” he says.
Your frown deepens as you sense your points aren’t landing with him.
“Ellieeeeeee,” you whine, using the silly nickname you’d taken to calling him over the course of your relationship. Normally you only use it while joking around. But maybe it’ll be useful in trying to soften him up too.
You spin his chair in your direction slightly and shift around to stand in front of him.
“Yes?” he says, calm as ever.
You glare at him for a moment before tugging one foot off his seat and then the other. His new position allows you to slip into his lap.
“Why do you hate me?” you ask and slump your head over onto his shoulder.
“Where did you get that idea?” he asks. One of his arms loops around your waist while his other hand comes to rub your thigh.
“Why can’t you let me take care of you? You’re gonna make yourself sick. You don’t eat right. You never sleep enough. You don’t do anything but work, work, work, work-”
“I talk to you,” he interjects.
“Not enough.” You pout.
A moment of silence passes over the room. You sigh quietly. You don’t understand why you do this to yourself. Why you try to make him change when you don’t even think he’s capable of that. Probably cause you love him or whatever.
“Can I at least sit here with you for a little while?” you ask quietly.
He looks down at your face and then his lap, as if weighing the option of having you here against sitting in his usual position. After a little pause, he nods.
“Of course you can stay,” he says.
He scoots his chair back towards the desk, putting only one of his hands back on his keyboard. The other stays on the small of your back.
The two of you sit there for a while. He works on whatever string of murders he’s been called in to solve this month, and you stare at the wall. You lazily swing your foot back and forth. Although you seem content, you haven’t given up on your plan to make him rest.
Your mind runs over possible solutions. Slipping something into his drink would be wrong. He only ever eats sugar, so it’s not like he’ll get drowsy from any of the snacks he likes. You don’t even know anything else that makes him tired. You almost always fall asleep before him if he does come to bed at night. The only time it’s the other way around is-
And that’s when you have it.
The only times L knocks out before you is after he cums. After that moment of blissful release, he goes boneless, and in the comfort of your arms, that translates to falling asleep in mere minutes. You aren’t sure if it will work at his desk, but it’s worth a shot.
Your lips press against his throat once, twice, and then three times. You kiss his jaw and his cheek and his temple. He tilts his head away from you slightly, but your mouth follows.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his hand on the computer still moving.
“Nothing,” you say. You rub his chest and plant a few more kisses on his skin.
“You’re trying to tempt me,” he answers for you.
“Nuh uh.”
“You are.”
“Am not! Gosh, why do you have to be so suspicious about everything? Not everyone has an ulterior motive, mr. detective.”
“Maybe not everyone, but you certainly do,” he says, a faint smile playing at his lips. “You act like I don’t know you. Like I’m not used to your little games by now.”
You give him an unamused look. Of course, he’s right. But you’re fed up with him thinking he’s right.
Instead of proceeding with this back-and-forth, you slide off his lap and down to your knees between his own. Your hands take the spots on his thighs. You look up at him from beneath the desk.
L’s eyes are always wide, but you think you see them grow a little larger as he takes in what you want.
“What brought this on?” he asks, reaching down to stroke your head.
“Isn’t being close to you enough?” you say.
He stares at you. The room is dark, but you can still see the color rising to his face, the light pink dusting his cheeks and nose.
“I guess it is…” he says.
“I know it is. Being near you, watching you be all focused and stuff… thinking about how you should be in bed focused on me...”
You lean your head against his thigh. Your fingers snake up to his waist and find the button on his jeans. You pop it open, letting the feeling of the fabric going limp linger for a few moments before you tug it down.
Your mouth waters as soon as his cock comes into view. It’s long and heavy, resting against one of his thighs. You can’t wrap your fingers around it fast enough.
His breath hitches, and his head tilts back. He does nothing to stop you. The clicking on the keyboard finally stops. You see in your peripheral vision that his arm goes lax.
“Suddenly you don’t need to work that bad, hm?” you say. Despite your narrowed eyes, your hand starts to stroke him gently.
A stained hum vibrates in his throat. He grits his teeth before choking out an answer.
“A short break won’t hurt.”
“You’re such a liar,” you huff.
“It’s not a lie. You’re quite efficient at this. It usually takes you around 11 minutes to make me finish. Much faster than the eight hours you want me to sleep.”
You just blink at that little statistic he laid on you.
“Whatever. You’re gonna sleep for nine hours after I’m done with you.”
You tighten your grip ever so slightly and bring his cock closer. Your tongue pokes out to lick at the tip. You start with soft little swipes on the silky head. Just the way he knows you like.
His foot taps beside your leg. He keeps his composure for the most part though and shakes his head.
“Doubtful. I’ll be just fine. You on the other hand, your jaw will probably be aching for the rest of the night,” he teases.
“As if,” you scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m more than used to you by now.”
You can hear the playful quality of his exhale, but you stop him from saying anything else by popping his tip between your lips. You hadn’t been lying. You were more than used to him, and with being used to him, came knowing exactly what he likes.
Your tongue glides all around the plump head. You lave at his slit while keeping your grip on the base firm. He groans, the sound vibrating from his sternum upward.. His legs tense up on either side of you.
You reward the display by sucking him a little deeper. This is just build up, a precursor to his favorite part, and you both know it. You stroke along his prominent veins with your plush muscle as your saliva coats his skin, dripping down past your lips a little.
Then, all in one go, you take most of his cock down your throat. You hold yourself there for a moment before coming up just as quick and then going down once more. He jerks in his chair, his body unsure of what to do with the sudden onslaught of sensation.
“Fuck,” he hisses, whiteknuckling the armrests on his chair.
You continue with the fast, warm suction of your mouth, speeding along as if you’re in a hurry to make him cum. He whimpers above you. It’s hard not to get a little worked up yourself when you hear his pretty sounds.
After a few more bobs of your head, you pull off. His dick shimmers with your spit in the low light. A thin strand of the fluid hangs from your lips.
You continue stroking him while you look up to see if his face is fully flush yet. To your dismay, it’s not. He’s still as pale as he was before. But his eyes are becoming more lidded which pleases you.
“It’s possible you might beat your normal time tonight,” he says, his voice lower.
You laugh softly at that and plant a little kiss on his tip. “Probably cause you’re so tired. Sleep deprivation can’t be good for your stamina,” you say smugly. Now that you hold the advantage, you can’t help rubbing it in a little.
But he only tsks at you. “The opposite is true really. If I was actually sleep deprived, I wouldn’t be able to get hard at all. Erectile function is greatly impacted by-”
He’s cut off by one of his own moans as you slide his cock back down your throat. His hips buck this time, so you know he’s getting closer.
You increase your efforts. Your mouth moves quickly and with as much precision as you can muster. Your hand drops to cup his balls.
He pants, and the noises flowing from his lips grow more strained, more full of need. He’s trying to choke out words, but all he can get out are pathetic, broken fragments of whines. You don’t help him out any. You don’t stop or slow down in the slightest.
Finally, he manages a “I’m gonna cum.”
It’s not like you can verbally urge him along since your mouth is otherwise occupied. All you can do is keep dragging your tongue along his shaft, keep bobbing your head in quick, fluid motions. He moans once more before you feel the final spasm in his hips.
Then the taste of his release hits your tongue. He spurts ropes of sticky white into the back of your throat. You swallow it down and keep your mouth around him as he throbs against your tongue. He shudders lightly, the waves of euphoria work their way through him.
When he’s finally done, when you can feel he’s going soft, you pull off of him. You wipe your lips with the heel of your palm and then look up at him.
A smile slowly spreads across your face.
He’s slumped back in his chair, that pink color more intense across his cheeks. His eyelids look heavier, like they want to close. His chest rises and falls, slowly and evenly as he catches his breath again.
You rise to your feet and lean down to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
“You still feel like working?” you ask playfully.
His dark eyes shift to you. “You really don’t play fair.”
“That’s cause you like being dirty,” you say.
With that, your fingers grasp his wrist and tug him upwards with you. He gets to his feet, leaning on you as you guide him over to the luxurious hotel bed to knock out in your loving arms for at least the next eight hours.
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
⟡₊ ⊹ what it's like to have L Lawliet as a boyfriend ⟡₊ ⊹
✦ L may be a sweet tooth, but he's incredibly useless when it comes to anything involving the kitchen. Has he tried several times to concoct his favorite desserts as a snack (and also to surprise you when you got home from shopping with friends)? Yes, multiple times. But each time, you always came home to a pure disaster, with pots and pans all over the place, burnt cookies or a crumbled cake on the counter, and a mildly distressed L in the midst of the chaos, oven mitt in hand as he plugged in an electric fan to blow away the remaining smoke.
✦ He used to be awkward when it came to anything involving physical touch, but after he met you, that completely changed. Now, if you happen to be anywhere remotely close to him, he'll be finding ways to initiate physical contact. He'll play with your hair, lean against you, trace the paths of your fingertips, and wrap his arms around you. Still, though, he tends to be shy about kissing. Don't misunderstand him, he desperately wants nothing more than to plant thousands of kisses all over your face, but the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable, or give you the impression that he's anything but the calm and collected detective.
✦ Of course, L knows everything about you. He doesn't need to take notes, he merely observes. What you don't tell him, he deduces. He knows what foods you like and don't like, and he can perfectly read your emotions in order to dole out the appropriate response. Lonely? He'll always be there for you. If you're upset and need some space alone? He respects your wish without once asking the problem (because chances are, he's already deduced that, too.)
✦ Despite being one of the greatest detectives, L can be surprisingly childish. He gets excited over what you would consider the most meaningless things (mostly over cake and any form of baked goods.)
✦ He pretends to hate whenever you squish his cheeks and call him adorable (because let's face it, he is adorable), but he secretly enjoys the attention.
✦ He has a lot of energy for someone who constantly appears sleep deprived. He says its because of all the sugar, and his brain uses the desserts as fuel to work on the cases day and night. But secretly, he believes that his high energy levels are entirely thanks to you. Whenever you're around him, he feels strangely lightheaded, and his veins thrum with excitement that could never come from any form of sugar.
✦ Thanks to his unshakeable sugar addiction, most of his pet names for you involve his favorite desserts. Forget sugar or sweetheart, he's over here calling you strawberry shortcake and tea cakes. At first, it was something of a joke, but the more you implored him to stop, the more persistent he became. (However, he never went so far as to use the crazy pet names in public, as he was afraid of revealing that the world's greatest detective had a soft spot for his perfect girlfriend.)
a/n: these aren't the best, i just wanted to get this out of the drafts lol
