broooooo imagining him on top of you in a dark room, you can barely see so you’re relying completely on feeling and he’s huffing right into your ear little sighs and whimpers.
his arms are shaking, elbows bucking as he holds his weight up and gets exercise for the first time in weeks. he’s exhausted, sweaty and a little thirsty but your hushed moans and the feel of your legs wrapped around his waist keeps him going.
he’s panting, probably embarrassingly like a dog and he would care about it, but holy shit the way you feel around him is occupying all his mind space. he pumps into you again, with a stupid little choked noise and your fingers tighten around his arms.
his thrusts are more of tight shoves, he only ever gets about an inch or so out before he’s diving back in with a gasp.
then as he’s getting closer and you’re both getting hotter and hotter, his lips are right on your ear and his cheek against yours when he cries out a high pitched “Fuck!”
his hips rock like a ship in unruly waves, his hair sticks to his forehead and his entire body shivers as he cums inside you. your stoic boyfriend murmurs a few more cuss words as he comes down from his high. he’ll probably feel pathetic tomorrow but right now, with your legs pulling his hardening cock back in and your eager grin, L can’t find it in him to care.
but he does find it in him to whisper out another “Fuck…” as he’s enveloped in your warmth again.
gosh just like, imagine L being somewhat sexuqlly frustrated, case pulling him down and such.
at nights you stay with him, keep him company, ramble at him (which, in turn- he listens, almost being consumed by your voice) while he works. General things.
But now, since he's nearly dying; not having time to take care of himself, too shy to ask you to help- he's just. Suffering through it. One night you seem to just coincidentally turn him on without knowing. He tries holding himself back, not excusing himself or saying anything. They way you delicately put candies in your mouth, the way your fingers glide through the sweets, picking just the right one
g o s h, mans just can anymore, finally has enough of it and just rams you into his desk
*giggles* gosh i love you, y’all know me too well 🤭
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L loves listening to himself talk, but he loves listening to you talk even more. Your words are coated in honey, voice articulating things he’d never ever imagined. You talk about anything, everything, as long as it sparks curiosity or conflict.
L’s gone through typing thousands of sentences listening to you ramble about necklaces, history, food, shoes, video games, books, ex lovers, humanity as a whole, Poland and society. Sometimes you don’t know if he’s actually listening but when he throws a glance in your direction with an interested expression, you know he does care about what you’re saying even if he doesn’t say it too.
So you continue to come in your comfortable clothes, sit with him and practically burst with information and opinions while stealing his sweets every now and then. L likes you, you’re authentic and honest, you wear baggy t shirts and sleep shorts and smell of mint when it’s closer to bed time for you and you’ve recently brushed your teeth. And you’re consistent, every night, 7 on the dot, he hears the waddle of your padded feet slapping the stairs and the squeal of a chair’s hinges as you sit down and scoot towards him.
He likes that about you, you’re precise, but lately he finds himself conflicted. He loves your visits, loves sharing whatever edible heart-attack he has, loves your beautiful, sweet voice next to him. But he dreads the feelings that come with it. His heart races, palms sweat and vision blurs, intense bodily reactions that cause terror and confusion. He feels like he’s dying. And nobody can focus when they’re dying.
Plus, he has an erection that would be fairly obvious if his knees weren’t in the way of you line of sight. He did some research in a spare moment and discovered many things about himself, the important ones being that he’s most likely aroused and that he may have feelings for you. So, you arouse and intrigue him.
He goes through a few nights thinking that information would be enough to calm his symptoms but soon realizes it’s worse now then before because he’s actually aware of the way he looks at you and where he looks at you now.
He can’t help his eyes falling to your pretty, bouncing breasts as you descend the stairs. He can’t help his attention on your pump lips forming words he can hardly hear anymore. He can’t help the blood rushing straight to his cock when you lean out of your chair to grab a bite of his cake and your shorts lift up ever so slightly, allowing the curve of your ass to be seen from where he sits.
He considers asking for help and immediately mentally reprimands himself for even considering the great L would need help. He doesn’t have time for anything else but working and sleeping and he can’t compromise himself just because he’s feeling a little aroused. So he doesn’t do anything, and suffers the consequences.
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You greet L with a smile and giddily bounce over to your designated seat next to him, grabbing a hold of the back of the chair.
“See anything different?” You ask with an excited grin.
L furrows his brow and studies you for a second but comes up empty and shakes his head.
You sigh and give him a faux frown.
“The pajamas?” You spin and he notices what you mean. Deep red strawberries litter your shorts, that seem slightly shorter than the others you wear, and your pink socks have strawberries sewn into the sides. Then you’ve finished spinning and L can see your shirt clearly, he almost goes into cardiac arrest. Directly where your nipples are, there are two small strawberries poking out on the thin fabric.
L quickly clears his throat and turns his chair back to the monitors, bringing his legs closer to his chest, “Very nice.”
You huff and plop down next to him, stealing the fork in his hand and nipping some cake, “‘Very nice?’ I thought you would think they were cute.”
L looks at you from the corner of his eye.
“They’re cute.”
You giggle and turn towards him more, using your foot as leverage to push off the table so that you’re closer to him.
“I know, right? I found them last week shopping with Misa and she said that you were gonna make fun of me but I thought you’d like ‘em so I bought ‘em.”
L thinks for a second then turns to you with a surprised expression, which for him is just a slight eyebrow raise and eye widening.
“You bought them… for me?”
You shrug like it’s no big deal.
“Yeah, thought you’d like ‘em. You’re all about strawberries anyways.”
L’s heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to pop out of his chest and run a marathon.
“Well.. you were right. I do like them.”
You throw a smile with teeth his way and he flatlines.
“Anyways… what’ja wanna talk about tonight? I’ve got a few ideas.”
L tries to focus on whatever document he’d been working on before you arrived but you steal his attention again as he sees you pushing your chair even closer to his.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
You make a dive for the bowl of candies next to his keyboard and he gawks at you.
You lean over the arm of the chair and smile at him innocently, “What, you can’t share? Mr. Billionaire is greedy.”
You draw out the ‘dy’ in greedy with a giggle and drop the candies back at his frown.
L shakes his head at your antics, “No, I mean what are you doing so close? Can’t you talk from over there?”
You ignore the ego pang you could take and shrug, dropping eye contact in favor of your finger nails suddenly being very interesting.
“I dunno… thought we were close enough that I could sit here.”
L recognizes your expression and sighs, looking straight ahead at his screen.
“You can. I don’t mind.” He pretends not to see the way your face lights up again and pretends a little harder not to notice the tingling feeling inside his stomach.
There’s a few moments of silence before the creaking of your chair shifting ever closer to his draws a quarter of his attention. The arm of your chair bumps his and he glances to his right to see your mischievous grin beaming up at him from where your head rests on his chair, nearly falling onto his lap.
L must be a pro at this point when it comes to ignoring his feelings but he still struggles to keep a straight face when your hands come out to trace shapes into the side of his jeans.
He can’t tell how long it’s been that you’ve been talking about meaningless things or how long you’ve been practically in his chair with the way your whole body leans onto his. Could’ve been ten minutes, twenty or an hour, L’s too enthralled by your presence to get work done at his usual pace.
You reach your hand out to the bowl of sweets and L watches you in his peripheral vision as your delicate fingers search for your favored flavor, gently brushing the others and softly plucking one up. The way your eyes seem so focused on the task, lips curling into a bottom bite as your hand pushes the candy through reddened lips.
You hum in satisfaction at the taste and L’s thoughts scatter, leaving only the sight of you on his mind. Taking quick note of how little work he’s gotten done tonight, of his aching erection rubbing against the rough confines of his pants and the way your nipples poke out just right on the shirt, barely visible under the strawberries and makes a decision he’s yet to regret. L is going to get laid.
“Y/n, stand up.” Puzzled, you do so and tug on the bottom of your shorts when they come up too high.
“I… want to do something, you may stop me at any time.” You nod and make a concerned face that fades as he stands too, cupping your face and angling it towards his.
The only sign of the anxiety he feels inside is the shaking hands the cradle your jaw with uncertainty. He meets your eyes with hesitant eye contact and sees only pure desire and trust back.
L’s lips gloss over yours, barely a whisper yet enough to make you whimper and tangle your hands in the mess of his hair. You pull his towards you with urgency, slotting your lips against his much more desperately.
You taste like raspberries and toothpaste and months of longing, L feels like he might die when your hands wander down to his chest and fist the fabric of his shirt with a muffled gasp. L knows you’ll stop him if you don’t want anything further so he takes a leap of faith and drops his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to his body. His throbbing, clothed erection brushes your thigh with a groan from you both.
You pull away, lips kissbitten and eyes glazed over with lust. L’s heart chases after you, beating like crazy inside it’s poor little cage.
“You look angelic.” His words fumble out like a broken dam but he means it, almost proud of himself when you blush and smile.
“What was that thing you wanted to do?” You change the subject with a nervous fidget of his shirt in your fists.
“You, if you’d let me.” He sounds bold and sure of himself but he’s hardly controlling himself from begging you to just kiss him like that again, even though if you did, he’d surely fall completely in love with you.
You met his eyes with a unfamiliar shyness and nod quickly.
“I’d let you..please, do.”
He allows his signature proud smirk to take his lips before he takes yours again, hands wandering down to the ruffle at the edge of your pajamas.
He tugs them down your thighs slightly and cups your ass in his big hands before breaking the kiss.
“Turn around.”
Your back faces him and he uses his leverage to bend you over his desk, his mind freezing up when he notices a dark spot on your pink panties, puffy clit poking out on the material.
He trails his fingers up towards the waistband and slowly pulls them down, a string of arousal between your pussy and panties growing thinner and finally breaking once they’re down where your shorts are.
“You’re incredibly wet.” L remarks with a finger sliding through your dripping folds, eyes catching the full body shiver you do.
“You’re incredibly attractive.” You snap back quick but there’s amusement in your tone. “Sometimes shit happens.”
He mentally rolls his eyes and simply replied by propping you up in a easier position, pushing your back into a arch and your ass high in the air.
“May I?” He asks, hoping you understand the implication by the sound of his zipper.
“You may.” You respond with a cheeky grin over your shoulder, “Such a gentleman, aren’t you?”
“Always.” He wants to say something romantic but he doesn’t know how you’ll take it.
Right as his hands clasp your hips and tug you closer to his waiting cock, he lets it slip.
“For you.”
You both know there’s implications behind that more than just him saying he’ll ask for consent but you ignore it for now. You know later, when you’re stumbling back to your room with a giddy smile and sore legs, you’ll giggle to yourself over the thought he may want you for more than just sex.
His tip angles at your entrance and he takes a breath before gently pushing in, pulling a sensual gasp from your mouth as your wetness expands around him. Curses fall easily from your lips as you shuffle your legs farther apart, feeling him bottom out completely.
You already feel your pussy ache, accommodating the stretch almost painful but wonderfully full at the same time. L, on the other hand, is also greatly feeling the size difference. He’s been holding his breath and mentally clicking through past cases to keep himself from busting a load too soon, his hands an iron grin on your poor waist.
A wet squelch sounds as he begins pulling out to thrust in again and your red cheeks flame even harder, knowing you’re definitely soaking him and yourself.
L waits for a second and slyly says, “Is that a snail in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”
You laugh loud and abruptly, nearly choking as he pushes in again through the joke. You love his sense of humor but sometimes he’s really got to read the room, still though, you feel more at ease.
L feels his cock tense and balls clench and resolves to move faster, in order to please both parties. His hips slam against yours deeply as he fucks himself into you, your slick pussy driving him halfway mad.
“F-fuck.. please! Please, L, please!” You sound like you’re crying from the desperation in your voice but from the pornographic moans leaking at a consistent rate, L knows it feels good to you.
Atleast he hopes it does, and when he realizes he wants to make it better, he angles so that with each thrust, your clit rubs against the smooth table and instantly feels the effects, your cunt squeezing infinitely harder.
He lets out a choked noise for the first time and you nearly cum right then, his broken voice groaning sounds ethereal to your ears.
“Y/n…I’m going to orgasm.” You almost chuckle at his use of vocabulary but nod hurriedly nonetheless.
“Mmmm..me too, fuck….harder, please!”
L thrusts harder at your command and gave a few final desperate ruts before letting out a string of your name connected to a deep, long sob of ‘fuck’. You clench around him and pant out his alias as you shake through your release.
He nearly falls on top of you and thankfully rolls to the side with a satiated look, slowly pulling himself out of your sore, dripping hole.
After a few beats of heavy breathing, you shoot him a tired smile and ask, “Get what you wanted?”
He looks back at you with something unidentifiable and smiles slightly too.
L knows his girlfriend like the back of his hand so he knows when you’re getting antsy. You’re squirming up a storm next to him and throwing him an occasional pleading look as you wait for him to finish up his work. L absolutely refuses to look more in your direction than out of the corner of his eye because he knows he’d crumble like a cookie with the way your eyes are undressing him.
“Babe, are you almost done?” You ask him for the umpteenth time in the past hour and this time, L gives you a real answer.
“Is there something you desire immediately?”
You groan and shift in your seat, rubbing your thighs together with a pitiful sound.
“Well, I dunno…”
L spares a scan in your direction and determines what he was almost sure of before. You’re extremely horny and you’re definitely not going to say anything about it.
He decides to be merciful and peels his right hand away from his keyboard, dropping it on your thigh and catching you off guard.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Shh,” He gives you a sly smile, “I’m taking care of your immediate desires.”
You hold your breath as his hand travels down to the crease of your inner thigh and brushes your shorts to the side, ghosting his fingers over the fabric of your underwear. L continues on working like he’s simply searching for a sweet while his fingers deftly sneak under your waistband and glide down your slick core.
You let out a tense exhale as they find your clit and press down, slowly dragging up and down your pussy and applying light pressure all the while. Your back arches off the chair and L holds back a chuckle at the way your body invites his in so easy, bucking your hips and grabbing his wrist to steady yourself as he focuses two fingers directly on your clit.
L feigns casual disinterest but really he’s just as invested as you are in your pleasure, evident as his fingers wander to your weeping cunt, tracing around it to tease you but quickly entering you two at a time and pulling cries out of your throat as they plunge into you repeatedly.
L watches as you grow more and more unraveled, moans echoing off the walls of the room before he throws you a look and shushes you.
“Shhhh.. You’re so loud, love,” His fingers thrust into you harder than before and you choke, “And so, so sensitive. Look at the way your body reacts to my touch, the way your back arches, your toes curl and your teeth clench. So ready to take anything I’ll give you.”
Your grip on his thin wrist tightens and your thighs close in his arm making him click his tongue and tut you in disappointment.
“Come in, sweetheart. You’ve got to open up, let me in… relax.” His voice sounds like honey, sickeningly sweet and seductive with the slow pace his words have contrasting the harsh pounding of his fingers.
The slick sounds of your pussy soaking and sucking in his digits shrugged a cocky grin out of him, his eyes shooting over to where your body writhed in pleasure.
“That’s it, Y/n, that’s it. Feel good?” You didn’t care that he was patronizing you, his hand was working you right to heaven. So you nodded and whimpered and clenched around his fingers while he had his fun multitasking.
“Good girl, good girl…”
On the edge of an orgasm, whole body seizing and eyes barely open, L pulls his hand out of you. You cry out in confusion with tears of frustration brimming your lashes.
“Don’t fret, my dear, I’ll let you cum. I just want to be able to fully focus on it when you do, it’s a magnificent sight.”
I feel like L would understand relationships as a sort of “you’re mine, I’m yours, all in, nothing between us, no secrets” type thing. He thinks it’s useless to be in a relationship with somebody you can’t fully trust and give your all too, he also has many opinions on marriage and prenups but that’s for another time.
Therefore, he knows he can trust you, but he refuses to trust anybody else. You go out into public, shopping for new sundresses, and some random guy whistles at you as you walk past?
L knows he cannot control peoples reactions and he shouldn’t make a scene but he still find pride in himself when he slowly turns his head backwards to open-eyed stare at the man while still walking forward and successfully creeps him out.
You’re holding hands in a bakery as you order carrot cake and one of the cashiers is looking you up and down?
He subtly asserts his dominance by lifting your connected hands up higher and placing a kiss on yours as you walk away. You simply giggle at him and roll your eyes, unaware of the miserable second pair of eyes trailing after you.
However, he gets especially protective around his suspect, whose obviously Kira and you agree with him, Light Yagami.
Literally anything Light does in your direction in snuffled out like a choked candle. He smiles at you? L pulls you his way. He laughs at your joke? L laughs harder. He tells you your pretty? L tugs on your shirt until you lean down to hear what he has to say, his mouth directly next to your ear as he whispers the most sinful things about your body, succeeding in turning your face bright red as you stagger off with an embarrassed smile.
You are L’s, and he’ll make sure you know as he pushes your panties aside and tongue fucks you until you can’t breathe, asking you after if Light could do that.
He’d definitely know about your crush on him, of course, but the thing is, he doesn’t know what to do with it. It should be simple, avoid you and make your crush for him slowly diminish from afar until he can safely be your friend again. Yet, he doesn’t want to do that.
It’s stupid, really. He’s never felt this way before but you’re genuinely a good person, and you understand his boundaries. You make him coffee jelly, you care about what he wants to do and you never push him out of his comfort zone. Your thoughts match your words, you’re perfectly authentic.
He almost doesn’t want to avoid you, he knows how much is hurts your feelings because you think you’ve done something wrong. Really, he feels awful about it because you never enforce your crush or try to do anything outside of friendship but just because you have a crush on him at all, he has to ignore you.
Saiki’s been watching your spirits fall for days, you come to class completely exhausted and you can barely pay attention. Still, you try your best to be positive and engage with Nendo and Kaido, it almost breaks Saiki’s heart, you’re still giving even when you’ve nothing for yourself.
As the teacher drones on and on about class, your thoughts are entirely on him. For once, it has nothing to do with romance. The only thing you’re wondering is if you’re such a bad friend that Saiki would want to avoid you completely.
You glance over at him two seats down and sigh, noting the time and beginning to pack your things. You’ve finally resolved that he must be silently asking for space and you relent, deciding to completely leave him alone and not bother him again. As soon as the bell rings, you’re off and out the door, a mad dash down the stairs to the doors after changing your shoes.
Saiki watches behind you with a unfamiliar pang in his heart. He sends a quick thought to your head, something along the lines of homework making you realize you left your homework in your locker.
Jogging back and opening it, you don’t notice Saiki walk up to you until he clears his throat.
You jump and gape, slightly startled, “Oh, Saiki! Hi- uh, did you need something?”
He notices you opt out of mentioning his previous disregard of your relationship. He doesn’t want to encourage your crush, he knows that, even if his heart thinks he does, but he does miss being around you and your friendship.
So, he rips the bandaid off.
‘Would you like to study together at the cafe?’
You’re completely taken aback but you quickly give him a giddy smile, nodding enthusiastically.
Grabbing your homework and walking out the door with him, he trails behind you slightly with a smile grin, knowing your friendship is restored.
Even though his heart is beating like crazy at your happy demeanor, he definitely doesn’t like you, that would mean he’d have to draw attention to himself.
Suddenly, he has a thought he wasn’t expecting and almost trips.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad drawing attention if it was with you.
I’d love to hear more of pervert!L pls my crops are dying of thirst over here 😩💦
brooooooooomg cause we all know L would be the BIGGEST pervert alive. (dead now actually lol)
He purposely buys you shorts just barely too short, making it so if you do wear them, there’s always a tiny bit of ass sticking out.
He buys you tight necklaces just to see the way they grip the fading hickies on your perfect little neck.
He slips candy after candy into your mouth with a sly grin, telling you that you look so pretty sucking on the lollies and he barely contains a groan as drool leaks onto his palm cradling your chin.
He asks you to reach for something directly across from you just to see the way your breasts bounce and dangle as you move to grab it.
And L absolutely tells you that he needs to watch you change and shower so that Kira can’t get to you when he’s not looking, so he’ll stand in the doorway looking perfectly nonchalant with his hands in his pockets as you drop your panties to the floor and bend over in front of him to grab a fresh pair. He notes the slick dribbling onto your smooth thighs and the only sign of his arousal is a aching boner pressing against his tight jeans.
Omg wouldn’t it be amazing to just hug L? Like that’s all I want right now; squeeze him and smell him and just
unnnngvgg that’s literally all i want 🥹
Can you just imagine wrapping your arms around his thin frame and shoving your face into his chest, feeling his poor heart beating like mad inside his ribcage. You can feel practically even bone in him and you try not to squeeze too hard but when his hands come up to gently play with your hair and rub your back, you almost cry.
Sweetheart smells like laundry detergent, faint strawberries and vanilla bean shampoo. it’s such a distinct scent, engrained permanently in your brain from now on. you distantly think that if towels and emeralds had a smell, it’d be like him.
L’s boney left hand is rubbing your upper back gently as his right softly runs it’s way through your locks, massaging your scalp as you bury your face even deeper in his scent, his soft shirt rubbing against your cheeks.
When you finally pull away with a happier expression than the one you dove in with, L gives you a small smile.
“Better?”
“Better.”
You go in for a second hug and he chuckles, accepting easily.
Here’s ya root beer, sugar cakes, enjoy tha party 🍺🍨
L doesn’t do well with loss of control, especially when it leaves him completely vulnerable. So even if he trusts you with his life, he’s not so sure if he trusts you with his dick right now with the way you’re eyeing it.
You’re on top of him, sitting pretty on his thighs in your underwear and you have your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you grasp his cock. He jolts but can’t really do anything with his limbs being confiscated. You send a evil look to his face and gently pump it between your fingers.
He wonders why he agreed to this, maybe it was because he had just cum when he did and wasn’t thinking clearly. His worries increase as he feels how intense your touch is when it’s barely even there.
“Y/n, must we do this?”
You frown slightly and loosen your grip but don’t let go.
“I bought nice rope just for this reason, Baby. Do you want to stop?”
L considers the question.
“Well…no, but I haven’t done this before. It feels strange.”
You giggle and resume dragging your fist up and down his cock.
“You’re just a control freak, you don’t like being completely naked like this.”
L’s breath catches in his throat when you pick up the pace, squeezing harder at the tip and watching the pre ooze out. You slowly shuffle backwards so your face can be at level with his cock then you kitten-lick the angry tip.
Your tongue gently traces the outline of it, finding veins and getting distracted too. Then your mouth envelopes his cock, the roof of it rubbing against the tip and making L choke.
Your eyes shoot up to his face as you bob your head, allowing your lips to flow with your hand. L looks away, up at the ceiling and tries to think of something boring. He thinks of a case, triple-burglary with four hostages and- oh god, you feel so fucking good.
It feels like way too much but he just tell you that, he can’t tell you that your mouth barely sucking on the tip has him that close already. Maybe it’s because he’d already come before this or maybe it’s because you look so pretty in between his thighs or maybe it’s the vulnerability of the situation that’s making his head all fuzzy.
Either way, when you remove your hand and suddenly swallow him down to the brim, he does something he’ll forever be ashamed of. He cums. You’ve hardly been sucking him off for a few minutes and yet he’s already spilling into your mouth with a high groan and a deep thrust.
He expects your shit-eating grin after you present your tongue and swallow but he doesn’t see that. Instead, he feels you still sucking him, mouth tightly wrapped around the sensitive thing as he sputters.
“Y/n, fuck! You can stop now.” He almost adds a please and holds himself back when you drag your lips all the way to the tip, drinking all his cum up into your mouth then wiggling your tongue in the slit.
You pull away finally, with only one thing to say.
“I don’t know if it was the bondage that made you cum so quick or not but either way, we’re keeping the rope for next time.”
