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
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.
four men x overcoming the perversions they feel towards you. (spoiler, they never do.) | art by : syllysmot & mochikuyo on twt
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, bi coded yuji and bi coded light x L action, m!masturbation, panty/socks stealing, peeping tom behavior, cyber stalking, plushie fucking, dry humping, frotting, mentions of porn, non con exhibitionism, non con voyeurism, mentions of the following : fingering, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding kink, usages of a pocket pussy, mutual masturbation, cumshots, implied blowjobs, mild dubcon (?)
TRIGGER WARNINGS : lots of non con practices here, overall skeezy creepy behavior and possibly some dubcon with light and L's??
includes : yuji itadori, armin arlert, light & L
word count : 4k
what's playing : i fink you freeky by die antwoord
*unedited
a/n : hiiiii guys !!! plsss accept my attempt of trying to ease my way out of writers block T_T i have sooo much in the works for you guys but life has been so hectic and on top of that my brain just refuses to let me write like i used to and i'm really sorry abt my sporadic posting :( ty all for bearing w me ilysm! and as always, comments are appreciated <3 hate will be deleted.
Yuji Itadori
poor yuji. poor sweet, kind, and ultra mega virgin yuji
the guilt is eating him alive, the guilt of pretending he’s your normal, fun, and non pervy roommate
when in reality he’s nothing like you assumed him to be
he has a nasty habit of sniffing around your personal items and “borrowing” them when you’re not around
it’s become something like a ritual for him; to slip into your bunk and jerk off with a pair of your underwear, while you’re sat in one of your classes, blissfully unaware of the invasion occurring in your side of the dorm
the guilt always comes after the damage has already been done, what happens beforehand is apprehension and then during the act comes a promise of it being the last time.
the last time he’ll swipe a pair of panties out of the hamper or even a pair of your socks for his own misuse
he loves to tell himself that it’ll be the last time he’ll slip under your blanket and pump his cock with your dirty undergarments flush to his nose like a filthy gas mask
that it’ll be the last time he grabs one of your poor unsuspecting plushies and lays it down after spritzing his favorite perfume of yours over it, grabbing it’s tiny little fluffy waist and dry humping it until it’s torso is limp
that, “after today” he won’t ever groan into your pillow and huff the lingering scent of your shampoo while he drags his hips and aching cock against your plushie
and he especially renounces the act of sniffing the print of your pussy from the gusset of your panties until he gets lightheaded…
because surely it can’t be that hard to curb his appetite for huffing the scent of your sweet cunt clean off your panties, right?
well, once the cum has dribbled down his fist and drooled over his knuckles, he knows the promise he made to himself was a fruitless attempt at grasping onto whatever semblance of a conscience he has left
he just can’t help himself :(
he tries though!!
but honestly, whose bright idea was it to have co-ed dormitories anyway?
they should have taken into account the fact that there’d be loser guys like him and sweet, all too trusting girls like you
guys who have never had the time or bravery to approach a girl, let alone touch one, and that there’d be angels like you who smell as sweet as they act and probably taste the same too, if not sweeter
he thinks that maybe if he wasn’t such a virgin loser with no past experience under his belt, that perhaps he wouldn’t be as pathetic for you as he currently is
because in all honesty, the most he’s done is experiment with his two best friends in his first year of college via a game of spin the bottle with the company of three people, including himself
that night he kissed both megumi and nobara, then he of course watched them kiss, to which after they each took turns kissing random body parts on the other like an uncouth version of twister
they ended the night with excuses of needing to wake up early for an exam despite the fact they shared the same morning class and each person knew there was no exam, but the lie was needed to save face in an awkward situation
when yuji made it back to his dorm at the time, he stayed awake for hours in his bed with a cumbersome boner that he refused to touch
however with you? he can’t help but to take care of his cock whenever you turn him on
he’s surprised he hasn’t started shooting blanks yet with how much cum he’s producing on the daily
it pains him in a sick way, to have so much cum go to waste, when he’d kill to feel your soft, wet cunt swallow his long, thick length and milk him dry until your belly bulges with his load
he’s starting to fall behind in his courses because of these wants, his head is always up in the clouds and his mind is always conjuring images and montages of you inviting him to your bed instead of him sneaking into it, with your pretty legs parted and even prettier cunt dripping down the curve of your ass
he thinks about fucking you in every position possible, experimenting with which ones make you clamp down on his cock the hardest and which is the best angle to watch his cum leak out of you
he thinks about the time you burned yourself with your straightener and how you winced and cried out, whimpering to yourself while padding to the bathroom to take care of the wound
how yes, he did feel terrible that a sweetheart like you had to experience pain in any regard, but he’s also a stupid perv who thinks with the head between his legs more than the one situated atop his shoulders, and couldn’t stop the reaction that occurred beneath his boxers at the sound of you in pain
he wonders if you’d make the same pretty sounds but for different reasons when he breaches past the tight ring of entrance in your cunt, how your pussy would immediately mold around the thick girth of his cock and if you’d cry out in shock the same way, if your thighs would start shaking from the hefty intrusion like the girls in his porn videos do
he already knows and acknowledges you’re leagues more beautiful than those models, or any other girl he’s ever seen for that matter
he just can’t help but wonder if you behave similarly to the nude actresses or if you react in a way that is unique to you and you only
he thinks it's probably the latter, but he does still grow curious when he watches a video and sees a girl grope at her own breasts while she’s getting fucked, and it leads him to wonder if you’d like stimulation there too while you have sex
he makes mental notes as if he’ll ever really get the chance to fuck you, reminding himself to pay attention to your pretty tits, to be liberal with his tongue gliding over your nipples and lips sponging kisses across them until imprints of his mouth burrow into your soft skin
he fantasizes about the way you’d rub your clit, if you like fast and hard circles, tight and concise, or gentle lazy round motions while he pushes and pulls his hips back and forth at a lax pace
if you like to be teased and given no choice but to take what he gives you, if you like to have your head shoved into a pillow and ass bared for him to see while he drags his fingers up and down your drenched little pussy, ghosting over your clit and barely dipping into your hole
he wonders if you’d clench around his fingers like a knee jerk reaction when he finally slips them in, how pretty and earnest you’d sound moaning his name while he stretches you out on his fingers, scissoring his long digits before he works his cock inside you
he’s so desperate to know what you do in the shower, desperate to watch the way you slip your hand between your thighs and wash yourself
he wonders if you ever play with yourself when you’re in there, if you cheekily take a bit longer than necessary when gliding your loofah over your breasts, how the sugary scented suds would bubble and pop over your wet skin or down your thighs and ass
if you slip a finger or two inside that cunt of yours and just fuck yourself on your hand until you can’t take it and go to rub your cute little clit
sometimes he presses an ear up against the bathroom door and closes his eyes while listening to the water hit the tiled walls, imagining you behind the curtain, dripping, warm and soaked from head to toe
he’ll reach down and start to tug on his already leaking cock, thrusting into his hand and grunting under his breath as he envisions your naked body, how perfectly it’d craft against his if he were there
and when he hears the faucet turn off, he panics every time like its the first time he’s committed this invasive act, and rushes to clean himself before you come out
he’ll throw himself on his bed and pretend to scroll on his phone, feigning indifference to your reentrance of the room, wrapped in nothing but a flimsy little towel that he can fucking see through in the right lighting
he’ll feel his cock stir all over again when you hike a leg onto the seat of your chair situated at your desk, gliding your lotioned hands over your calf and up your thigh, humming mindlessly to yourself
instinctively he turns on his side, grinding his bulge against his mattress, watching you slather yourself in that honeyed lotion he loves so much, pretending that the softness of his bed is your ass he’s dragging his cock over
he prays that one day he won’t have to engage in any more acts of debauchery and will no longer live in a cloud of lust-driven guilt, and can instead fuck you like he’s dreamed about for months now
but until then, he’ll stay within the confines of the nervous and shy state he’s stuck in and admire you from afar with heart shaped eyes and an iron clad grip on one of your used panties
Armin Arlert
armin swears that there are far more worse things that could’ve been done than what he did
because okay sure — installing malware into the girl you’re tutoring’s laptop to watch her throughout the day is arguably…not…great
but it’s not like he’s a monster!!
he’s not taking photos of the footage he gets of you, and he’s certainly not using this little secret of his against you or anything, he’d rather die than share the way he gets to see you through his own laptop with anyone else
he loves getting to see how focused you try to be while you work on your assignments, how the skin of your forehead and between your eyebrows pinch together when you’re frustrated and stumped on an equation
how his name sounds from your lips when you whine petulantly and mutter to yourself that, “armin would know the answer.” wishing dejectedly that things came as easily to you as they do for him
his heart hurts when he hears you talk down on yourself, and without thinking twice about it, his hand always comes up to the screen to caress your pixelated face, murmuring reassurances that you can’t hear
he thinks its cute how you’re always so shocked but pleasantly so whenever he texts you at seemingly the most uncanny times
he’ll innocently ask if you’re having trouble with the latest project or assignment and if you need him to come by to help, to which you always agree, practically begging him to swing by your dorm
you’re so grateful for armin, you have no idea what you’d do without him!
and he has no idea what he’d do without getting to end his day with watching you on his laptop, indulging in the sight of you getting undressed
he doesn’t even want to think of the alternative forms of entertainment he would’ve had to turn to when it came to jerking off
but thankfully finding a substitute isn’t needed, not when he has the best mirage before him; watching you strip naked before changing into your pajamas
or on extra special nights when you aren’t buried under a mountain of homework, he’ll get the privilege of watching you touch yourself
he watches you type in ao3 into your browser and settle on a horrendously filthy fanfiction, observing intently as you slip your hand beneath your panties while you read
you’re such a depraved little thing, maybe even more than him with the shit you read
he’ll match the pace of his hand around the girth of his shaft to the same tempo you finger yourself, pretending he’s fucking you at the same speed
in addition to corrupting your laptop, he’s so grateful that he also fiddled with your air conditioning unit, purposefully tampering with it to make it warmer in your dorm than normal
not enough to where it’d be dangerous for you to stay in, but enough to where you get hot easily, forcing you to masturbate on top of your blankets versus under to avoid overheating
he gets hypnotized watching the way your tits bounce as you thrust your fingers in that sweet cunt of yours, or how wet it sounds when you pull them out to give your clit some much needed attention, massaging that cute button of yours while you buck into your hand
and on nights when he’s painfully hard and pathetically desperate to simulate being with you, he’ll shove his pocket pussy that he claimed to have thrown away after eren gifted it to him as a joke, between his mattress and bedframe and hunch over the foot of his bed while nearly fucking the elasticity out of it
all with the glow of your figure displayed on his laptop screen illuminating his face amidst his dark room
he tries so hard to muffle his whimpers of your name while he fucks the slick rubber pussy, preferring to hear your breathy mewls and moans instead
his cheek will be smushed against his duvet, glasses foggy and crooked as he cranes his gaze up to watch you through hazy eyes as you touch yourself
you’re so beautiful when you’re rendered down into such a primal and purely hedonic state
with your back arched and shirt bundled under your chin and between your teeth to capture your shaky whines and groans, your hand trembling behind your tented panties as you rub yourself into an orgasm
or fuck, he loses it completely when you shove your laptop to the edge of the bed and flip onto your front, burying your face in your pillow while you toy with your clit from the back
he’ll fist at his sheets and sink his teeth into his bicep, nearly breaking skin from how hard his arousal is coursing through him, his hips slamming against the foot of his bed and knocking the headboard against the wall
he’ll be so turned on from watching you that he’ll be rutting into the toy so hard that his cock stretches it to its limits, forcing himself into the tight ring despite the fact that it already struggles to accommodate him
he doesn’t concern himself with that, he’s just stuck on his disbelief of your existence when he watches the way your inner thighs get all messy from the way your pussy gushes, how your hole will clench around nothing while your fingers rub tight circles over your clit
and god he’s just so embarassing, he’s lucky no one’s watching him through his laptop, because he’d just about die if anyone, especially if it was you, saw the way his jaw falls slack and the way his tongue darts out and flicks into the air like a hungry puppy desperate for your pussy in his mouth
armin is so needy for you and it is all unbeknownst to you
you have no idea that your generous and kind tutor who always seemingly shows up right when you need him stalks you through the camera in your laptop and jerks off to your naked body when you change or touch yourself when you think you’re all alone
although, with cockiness comes slip ups
armin was so confident that you’d never find out that he’s begun to comment on things he technically should have no idea about
“thank you armin, i would’ve never been able to finish this assignment if it weren’t for you.” you had beamed sweetly during your last study date, and he grinned, shyly adjusting his glasses with a bashful downward glance
“hey i can’t take all the credit. you’re so bright all on your own, you just need the right motivation. that’s why you need to stop being so hard on yourself – i hate it whenever you call yourself stupid because that's never the case.”
your smile grew and warmth nestled up against the apple of your cheeks before the heat dwindled and your smile fell into a somewhat confused stare, an unsure laugh leaving past your lips
you hated self deprecation, hated when people would talk poorly about themselves in front of others or in general, which is why you never talked down on yourself in public, trying your best to maintain a healthy image of yourself
the only times in which you’d start to beat yourself up was when you were alone, and angry at the difficulty of your assignments, envying armin’s intelligence and cursing yourself for feeling as though you weren’t at his level
however you never verbalized that to him, never called yourself stupid in front of anyone but yourself
“how’d you know i do that? i usually try not to talk like that around people…”
his heart sunk and he instinctively fell into self preservation mode, shrugging casually with a quick shut of his laptop, zipping it back into his case
“last time we studied for professor shadis’ physics exam, you were really frustrated, guess it might’ve just slipped out.” he reasoned cooly, and you nodded, accepting his words at face value
once he returned back to his dorm after you had hugged him goodbye, he collapsed on his bed, his tense back landing on the mattress with the weight of the world in the pit of his belly
he grabbed his laptop and balanced it on his hips, opening it up and going to watch the live feed of you
he watched you go about your night as normal, exhaling with relief until someone knocked on your door
he watched as mikasa walked in, and he huffed, sitting up annoyedly
she’s his best friend in the entire world next to eren, but he already sees her all the time, whereas the moments he spends tutoring you and watching you through his laptop are all that he has and it’s nowhere near enough to soothe the itch he has for you
he watched as you two talked about nothing and everything in your bed, your laptop angled just right atop your desk, pointing at you perfectly
until suddenly, mikasa glanced over, and it was almost like her eyes shot directly through armin’s
“hey uh, why’s your laptop camera on?”
Light & L
matsuda is an idiot.
everyone knows that. light and L surely know this, and even you are aware of his stupidity to some degree
but matsuda bringing you along to the task force has to be his biggest blunder to date
it’s not that you’re doing anything wrong, you’re actually quite helpful
you organize dates, timelines and paperwork for light to sift through, occasionally aiding in his long sessions of combing through endless stacks of documents
you even do coffee runs for everyone, somehow managing to memorize everyone’s orders down to a T
you bring L tea so sweet that he can almost feel the decay beginning to take place within his wisdom teeth
(so naturally he loves it)
you’re the only one who can keep up with L’s sweets habit as well as being the only one who can handle sitting in the same place for hours on end with both light and L
so it begs the question, if you’ve been nothing but a pleasant, helpful presence, why was your addition to the task force such a fuck up on matsuda’s end?
because despite your kindness and usefulness, above all else you are distracting
to no fault of your own, neither light nor L blame you for their sudden shift in focus away from the kira case on you, no they blame your idiot brother instead
constantly coming up on dead ends, stale trails and things that don’t seem to align with no evidence as to why they don’t in the first place was frustrating in and of itself
but now? they have you. sweet little ol’ you who comes traipsing in with boxes of sweets and cupholders of coffee and tea and a smile that triumphs the sugar level in all the pastries you’ve brought combined
they have you, leaning over their shoulders while they work, your button ups always undone just enough to allow them a peek at your bra and for your scent to waft around them like a candied toxic fume rendering them downright stupid
and L never makes mistakes, he never has the same bodily desire or urges that prevent him from doing his job like most men in his field or in general fall victim to
but you’re making him sloppy, making him into someone he isn’t used to being
and that crouched sitting position he’s always in has been one of the tools he utilizes in carving a clear and concise mind, enabling him to focus on whatever task he’s presented
yeah that? basically useless now because of you
it’s ridiculous, that a woman could throw him like this, especially someone related to matsuda (bless his heart)
at first he thought perhaps light orchestrated all this, that he somehow convinced matsuda to have his sister tag along and prolong the hunt for kira, in hopes it’d buy him some time to cover up some tracks he may have missed and that L was on the precipice of discovering
but then he noticed light’s genuine anger towards himself at how little he was able to keep his head on straight, noticed the way his eyes lingered on you in a way that lacked annoyance but instead something similar to the way L stared at you, full of wanton desire and lust
thus an unspoken agreement fell upon them, something neither of them dare verbalized : that they’d do their best to give their all into the kira case and help one another with not falling into a trance whenever you came around
they’ve been trying so hard to not give in to the logic that comes to them via the head hidden in their slacks whenever you bend over in that goddamn pencil skirt of yours, trying their very best to not give in and turn around in hopes of catching a glimpse of your pussy sheathed behind your panties
you have no idea the torture you bring upon them everyday, how hard you’ve been making their lives, affecting each man emotionally and mentally but also in a literal, physiological way
so now instead of L utilizing his crouching for intelligence benefits, he uses it to hide the bulge that grows whenever you come around to check on him, occasionally having to fight back a wince when he scoots around and unintentionally grazes his erection against his thigh
as for light, he’s opted for folding his legs and feigning a sense of nonchalance, trying to convince himself that if he doesn’t care then the act will become true soon enough
however it never does
the pang in his chest when you sit and giggle with L and rip a donut in half to share with him hasn’t gone away, nor the ache in his pants when you grab a chair and sit right beside him when debriefing him on the documents you’ve collected hasn’t gone away either
especially not with the way your warm thigh is always flush to his, sending blood straight to his cock like a missile
so you can imagine his frustration upon feeling suffocated not only by his feelings for you, but by L’s looming presence when he handcuffed them together
you still kept them company and tried your best to be of assistance to them during this odd and tiresome — albeit self inflicted — period of time
you’d even begun crashing on the couch in their shared hotel room, deciding it’d just be easier to stay there with them than continually going back and forth to your home and the task force headquarters
“you’re staring.” L had commented, acting as the first person to verbalize the weird magnetic pull that you seem to bring whenever you’re near
“i wasn’t. i just zoned out.” light had huffed, tearing his eyes off your sleeping figure begrudgingly, glancing back at L with mild irritation before flickering his gaze back down to his laptop
“i can’t seem to stop myself from staring at her either. it’s really become quite bothersome. as i’m sure you’ve long since discovered on your own.” he commented casually, not bothering to cease his stare upon you
light whipped his head towards L, mouth dry and chest tight
“its affecting my focus on the case as it is yours. and while i am still 99.9% certain you are kira, i am 100% unequivocally sure that you share my…exasperation with the sudden inability to function at the rate in which we were once able to. am i correct in this assessment?” he asked while knowing the answer; that he was right.
“i…” light swallowed, gritting his teeth behind his closed lips at the sound of ryuk’s laughter behind him. “seems like you’ve both got a little crush on the same girl. how cute.”
“it’s nothing i can’t handle. i’m not a child ryuzaki, i’m not falling apart at the seams all because of some…mere attraction.”
“lying always comes so easily to you light, but it isn’t quite as easily believable.” L responded dryly, the gentle clink of the elongated chain joining the sound of his voice as he inched closer to light on the bed
“look,” light huffed, turning his back towards you to face L head on
“you may be floundering under the weight of whatever infatuation you’ve developed with matsuda’s sister, but i haven’t and you don’t need to loop me in with your inability to perform at the level you once were able to. maybe you’re just slowing down.” he snipped, but L remained unbothered, his face unmoving as he parted his lips to speak
“there’s no need to get testy, light we’re both on the same page here, there’s no reason in denying the problem instead of striving to solve it. i was only prefacing all of this to offer a solution to our shared issue.”
light raised a brow, crossing his arms and cocking his head, unconvinced
“okay, i’ll bite. what is it?”
“well,” L began, glancing over at you before looking back at light
“we obviously have some pent up energy that we aren’t properly exerting and it’s muddling up the usual smooth and seamless flow of thought within our heads.” L explains, pointing at his own head then to light’s, unswayed when light swats his hand away
“okay…? what’re you getting at?”
“i’m suggesting that we aid each other in releasing this accumulative tension we’ve built up within ourselves.” he answered simply, and light went still, clenching his jaw at ryuk’s cackling in the corner of the hotel room. “i’ll give you both some…much needed privacy.” he snickered, floating out the window
“you can’t be serious.” light exhaled, his heart having begun to thump in his ears
“think of it like a cleanse. we’re cleansing our bodies of unwanted feelings in hopes to regain some much needed focus. unless, you’re not as committed to catching kira as you claimed you were–”
“oh fuck off,” light hissed, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge to try and settle down before he woke you up
“i obviously will not force you to engage in anything you’re not comfortable with. it was merely a suggestion.” L added, as if his reassurance helped anything
and yet, that “suggestion” birthed the beginning to a routine that they’d quickly fall into almost every other night afterwards
light had crawled into L’s lap, his already half hard cock swelling beneath his jeans, straining against the material as if it were aching to be close to L’s
he drew his hips back slowly, pushing forward experimentally, his jaw coming down hard and tight when the first strum of pleasure hit his veins
he thrusted forward again, this time with less hesitancy, a low groan rumbling from the base of his throat
“harder.” L uttered, voice low and thick with an attempt of remaining quiet as to not wake you
light’s eyes snapped open and he glared down at the man beneath him, curling a hand over his mouth roughly, his hips bucking forward harshly
“if we’re going to do this, i need you to shut. the fuck. up, ryuzaki.” he gritted, grinding his clothed cock against L’s
L nodded behind his palm, his eyes fluttering shut when light’s hips met his own aggressively
“fuck,” he breathed out, slowly slipping his hand from L’s mouth and down to his shoulders awkwardly, looking for some kind of purchase while he dry fucked his bulge against L’s
L did not share the same sense of lingering shyness, he instead allowed his eyes to remain shut and for his head to falter back against the headboard, his hands coming up and around to squeeze at light’s hips
he jerked his hips upwards, his brows drawing together as he envisioned you on top of him, that it was your soft skin and jutting hipbones he felt in his hands and your weight in lap. that it was your shaky breath falling atop the crown of his head
light’s breath stuttered along with his movements at the suddenness of L’s bold touch, his cock twitching at the contact of such a cold yet soothing touch on his bare skin
light’s eyes followed L’s own with a stern downward curtain, trying to picture that it was you below him, your hands on him and your thumbs running circles over the sensitive spots of his sides
but the lack of skin to skin contact was inevitably not enough, not good enough to try and mend the damage you’ve done to both of them
and soon enough light found himself on his back with L on top, their pants unzipped and hung loosely around their hips, both cocks free and slick and grinding up against the other
light had one hand gripped around both their shafts, grunting into the thick air as L rutted into the wet channel of his curled palm
his free hand slipped underneath L’s white long sleeve, his palm traveling over his toned abdomen and up to his chest, groping at his pectorals, taking advantage of their lack of a flexed state, trying to pretend it was your soft breast he had in his hand whilst the other acted as a makeshift hole for both their leaking, desperate cocks
L thrusted hard into the pretend cunt of light’s large hand, swallowing a heavy groan when light pinched at his nipple, shuddering hard above him
he tugged at light’s white button up until a few buttons popped off, exposing the smooth skin of his chest
he palmed at the toned flesh there, squeezing them the way he wishes he could squeeze you, thumbing over one of light’s nipples
“i bet she’d sound even wetter than this,” L grunted into light’s neck, his face crashing into the space where the side of his throat and his shoulder meet, his hips having grown sloppier and sloppier, his cockhead twitching up against light’s like a warning of what was fast approaching
light didn’t shush him that time, he just groaned and fucked up harder inside his own palm, sliding up to squeeze their fat tips together, circling his thumb over them like he would with your clit
“yeah. bet she’d feel tighter than this too,” he added, his teeth coming out to bare over L’s collarbone, thrusting hard into the wet canal of his hand
“m’gonna,” L choked, panting and gasping softly into light’s neck, rutting his hips sporadically into light’s fist
“c-can i?” he asked shakily, and light groaned, his cock twitching up against L’s, surprised with the pleading of permission, but more surprised by how much it turned him on
“make it quick.” he grunted, tightening his grip and pumping their cocks faster
L’s hips slammed hard into light’s hold, his cum spurting all over his belly and fist, his lips finding the man below him’s mouth and latching on
light’s eyes went wide, and despite his shock, his cock pulsed hard at that, kissing him back with the same ferocity and need, jerking him off through his orgasm
with one last thrust, L slipped out of light’s hand, wincing quietly as he panted above him
light glanced down at his still hard cock, chuckling dryly at the cum that wasn’t his and how it painted his own shaft and lower stomach
he swiped his finger under the cumshot just above his belly button, maintaining eye contact as he did so
“bet she’d taste sweeter too.” he added, licking the last of it off his index
L’s adam’s apple bobbed at the sight, his spent cock twitching weakly
before he could respond, light nodded towards his throbbing cock, fat pink tip now red with an eagerness to cum, his non sticky hand coming up behind L’s neck with a firm touch
“my turn. suck me off the way you think she would.”
HI I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT L LAWLIET X HYPERFEM READER WHOS SMART LIKE HIM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO IT IM ON MY KNEES AND IM BEGING YOU PLEASE
Sorry but I'm frothing at the mouth at this idea lmao. Btw I read your fics for Jinshi and Gyomei with his wife and loved them both! I'm legit in love with your writing. Thanks in advance if you do this and if not, totally fine, have a good day and remember to drink water!
a/n: i didn't know ppl would be frothing at the mouth for this idea, this is like the fifth message in my inbox about it😭 tysm everyone for all the love and excitement on this little obsession of mine! i hope you have fun reading this one (it's def not proofread well) <3 reqs r still open for other fandoms and death note btw! also anon ty for all the love it means a lot to me that you enjoyed my other work <333 i hope you have a lovely day!
୨ৎ contains: reader is portrayed as someone who enjoys hyperfeminine style and characteristics, and as a genius detective similar to L (really embracing my INTJ mbti archetype with this one😔); childhood friends to sweethearts; L is clingy as hell and a perv; not really opposite attracts trope but it's like loser-boy!obsessed!genius x angel-girl who has her shit together; nsfw themes of masturbation, penetrative sex, oral, cockwarming, noncon hidden cams (not like camgirl but he hides cameras in ur rooms, ifykyk), & he also has a things for your tits and ur body (reader's midsize bc idk about u but i'm always catering my writing to me and other not-so-skinny-but-in-between-plus-size hotties); btw potential spoilers for death note anime/manga bc even though it's been out forever ik some ppl are still going through it
l lawliet/ryuzaki x hyperfem!genius detective!midsize!f!reader - she's always been his fixation
L Lawliet—Ryuzaki to his colleagues, Ryu and other less formidable nicknames to you—was a peculiar man. Anyone could tell just by looking at him that he was either brilliant, a freak, or a brilliant freak. At Wammy's, when he was still being fleshed into the notorious brainiac he was at present, he was evidently isolated. He not only preferred to be alone but to be enriched by himself because that was the only person who made sense to him, who made him feel understood—his own ego and id.
Well, himself and you.
You were this pink, soft, kind bundle of everything L wanted out of a partner—and he realized that at a remarkably young because of you, and was reminded of how you qualified to be in his circle quite frequently because of how you were just... you. Girlish, lovely, compassionate, an overthinker. Always carrying around some stuffed animal and bombarding him to take a break from encyclopedias in order to join your murder mystery tea party (it was always a trick, the murderer was either you or him every single time). While he was hoarding toys and reading in corners and hiding in the quiet parts of the courtyard, you were right beside him.
And then you grew into a full-fledged woman, still as adorned in femininity and princess-ish attributes, and you saw all the strange things he did at seventeen, all his struggles, the whole past it took for him to become the man he was—and you never strayed from his side.
To be honest, you were in the same boat as him because you didn't find any of the other kids appealing, and no toys or games stimulated you the way those things would the average child. You two were both extraordinary, so in recognition of that you stuck together. Watari, while assisting L in grooming his skills, did the same for you, and at the ages other young adults were earning degrees, growing their family, starting their lives, you and L were renowned consultants for some of the most eccentric, gory, and complicated crimes.
Neither of you wanted to admit it but through your closely shared childhood and aversion to being away from each other for too long, you perhaps had accidentally nurtured an unhealthy codependent relationship and a bad case of separation anxiety—but as stated, neither of you wanted to say that aloud.
L especially didn't want to admit to you that he had grown almost obsessive over you. He loved you, he very much did, yet he never explicitly told you that he inexplicably thought of himself as your romantic counterpart. He was under the impression it was stated in the air, unspoken and solid. Any time someone flirted with you, showed the slightest interest into anything besides platonic or professional relation, he was there, demanding some tedious, extreme task, demoting them, doing something to get rid of this stranger who thought they could stake a claim in you...
Used to his habits, you hardly paid him mind. It was cute to you, really, how protective it was. It didn't become clear that he believed himself to be your automatic boyfriend until he acted oddly about the news that you had a date once.
At times, you worked cases separately and usually traveled a lot (much to L's displeasure), so when you had time to be stuck at the hip again, you babbled about everything you could think of, and he sat at his desk, twiddling his toes, eating an exotic sweet, half working and half listening—calm, collected, until—
"A date?" he'd asked. "What do you mean a date? A fake one, you must mean—because why do you need to go out on a date? Is it to get information for your case?"
"No?" You laughed, a strand of hair looped around your manicured nails. An open file sat in your lap for your light reading pleasure. "It's with a guy I met at a coffee shop. He asked for my number and called me pretty, so—"
"Cancel it," L had demanded without missing a beat, eyes back on his too-bright computer screen already.
"Excuse me?"
"I asked for your number at one point. I tell you you're pretty all the time. I can take you on a date. Statistically, I'm the most suitable man you know. I meet the criteria you most likely have for a suitor, so I'll take you out if you really want to spend your time like that. Watari can find a restaurant and show somewhere."
You'd shook your head with a sigh, then cancelled your date within the next hour. And you were glad to, because part of you was definitely secretly hoping he would turn a tad possessive and give you some kind of lead on what he thought of your evolved relationship.
When the Kira case emerged, L evidently called your number off his speed dial, not caring whatever the charges were to his bill, if you were in or out of the country, what damn case you were working—he wanted you in Japan on the next available flight ASAP. Not only did he want you close to him because a figureless serial murderer was remotely killing people somehow and the stakes were too high to risk you, he wanted you by his side because he knew he needed an ace up his sleeve to narrow down his suspect list and the parameters of the case—and you were the perfect trick.
Pretty in your mini dresses and heels, glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, a roster of numerous solved freak cases looming with you, you took L's base of operation by storm. His colleagues and subordinates definitely had a thing for you—not only were they glad to have a woman around, they had a gorgeous piece of eye candy watching over their shoulders as they tried to catch a mass murderer with a suspected god complex.
The one problem—L kept you stuck on his arm. He was a jealous guy, and it was dangerous everywhere, he couldn't let you go off on your own. So at every turn of events and change in the case, he had you by him. While surveilling the Yagami household, you were sat in the floor by his chair, reading or watching the cameras. When he attended university for two seconds to make contact with Light, you waited in his car, entertained by Watari's stories or card games. He kept your legal name locked out, your sensitive information unreachable, your existence totally sealed off from Kira and protected by his obsessed loving hand.
Additionally, when the Task Force building went into the full effective living situation with Misa and Light, L had you planted right in his room. And when you learned you'd be staying with him, you couldn't help but prod him about it.
"Ryu?" You'd leaned over his shoulder as he, of course, stared at a computer and the papers on his desk for the thirteenth hour of the day. Empty cans and plates littered with crumbs sat around the room—you were accustomed to how messy (and akin to a loser college boy...) he could be, but you still scrunched up some at the state of your surroundings.
Tapping your heel against the floor as you waited for him to reply—he always took a moment, you knew to be patient—you snaked your arms over his chair and hugged his head, your jewelry clinking softly. "Ryuzaki..."
When your breasts pressed against the back of his head he instinctually leaned back and let out a comfortable sigh. He was shameless, resting his head on your chest without hesitation. "What is it?"
"Tell me," you said, "if this facility can house sixty plus people... why am I rooming with you?"
He hummed, biting his thumbnail, eyes never moving off the screens. "Safety reasons. You know. And because of conflictions with the suspect list."
You smirked slightly, one hand rubbing his chest absently. "Do you need to survey me constantly like you do Light? Do you think I'm Kira?"
"God no. And you don't think I'm Kira obviously. Do I really have to explain why I put you in the same room as me?"
"Yes, if you're going to keep not cleaning up after yourself."
He paused, eyes half-lidded. Then said, "I'll have a cleaning service come by every weekend."
"Twice a week, Monday and Friday," you said. "And... the cameras in every nook and cranny? In the bathroom?"
"I need eyes everywhere constantly."
"In our bathroom and bedroom, though? What if I need to take a shower or change?"
"You and I will be the only ones to review our room's footage."
"You and I?"
He smirked slightly then. "Yes. Me and you."
There was a sexual element to your relationship with L that was undeniable. He didn't care to ogle at you in public. When you found the time to dawdle around with Misa or indulge in a hobby, he was usually around, gawking at just how gorgeous you were. He frequently sat by your make-up-and-glitter-littered vanity and watched you get ready, calculated how long you would take and predicted what cutesy outfit you'd wear (and what underwear you'd chosen). Besides how he enjoyed your appearance and his obvious half sapiosexual, half lovesick fixation with you, the sexual element shone through in the more explicit instances that eventually occurred between you two.
On countless nights, he beckoned you over, out of bed or away from analysis, and simply felt you up.
Of course he gave you this sad, begging that guilt-tripped asked you if it was all right to touch you, and each time you saw his tired, mopey face staring up at you from his chair you gave up in. You allowed him to sit you in his lap and squeeze your plush sides, for him to leave love-bites on the fat of your biceps and thighs and neck, for him to hum and kiss against the soft, round angle of your chin, all while he murmured praises and worship to you that nobody would expect from the Ryuzaki.
"I needed this so much, darling, you have no idea. Oh God, thank you so much. I'm sorry if you can feel how hard I am, you're just so beautiful and perfect... I can't help myself. Will you let me touch you more?"
Then, after he convinced you to lift your skirt or dress, or to slip out of your pants, he'd rub your clit while quietly begging you to just let him be inside of you—and when you agreed to cockhold him at his desk at night, he was too late resisting the soft moan that escaped his lips.
And for being a big fat virgin, he was a good fuck to you. He didn't look into nude mags or watch porn—typically, when he needed to masturbate he'd pull out a photo of you (you asleep in his favorite pink nightie of yours) and take care of himself in the bathroom. If he was feeling sly, he might steal a pair of your lacey panties with the little ribbons on it and jerk off, then leave them in your laundry hamper. He wasn't sure if you ever noticed those extra stains on your underwear.
After you two ventured into the world of being skin-to-skin and L actually slipping in and out, in and out, in and out of you, he was a goner. He begged you for quickies during any downtime, tried to get you to sneak away when nothing interesting was happening, was down for you every single night, ready to eat you out.
He especially loved when you let him simply look and touch. Usually when you were tired or didn't want to move, he'd get your permission, undress you while kissing down your entire body and then just grope and grab. Gently of course, though sometimes roughly—at which you whined and tried to push his stubborn paws away. Your hips, tits, ass, throat, thighs. He loved your body and couldn't help but want to explore it.
Your breasts were his favorite. He was a boob man through and through. Maybe it was due to his dire sweet tooth or his oral fixation, but he was over the moon when you let him simply lick and nip at your chest, or let him rest on your bare tits so that he could suckle on you whenever he felt like it.
You were indeed the perfect partner for him, willing to put up with his habits and perverted self and love him through all of the stakes you were put through—and he would forever cherish you for that.
