L X Female Reader

L x Female reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: L is consumed with his work and hasn’t paid you any attention in the last few hours. You figure it’s well within your right to do whatever possible to get him to focus on you.

“Come on babe,” you beg for the 1200th time. “Take a break for a bit. I miss you.”

L looks over at you from his crouched position — the one he’s always in when he’s working or focused on something. “I took a break earlier; I had some cake. And how can you miss me when I’m sitting right here?”

You poke your tongue into your cheek, trying to hide your laugh as you’re genuinely becoming annoyed and impatient.

“Yeah, smart-mouth ass,” you bark, hands on your hips defensively. “Not only did you eat your cake, but ya’ ate mine too! And you know exactly what I meant by that; I miss you spending time with me and not on this investigation. Sheesh.”

He blinks at you slowly with his big, sleepy, doe eyes. “You said I could eat it. And I’ll spend time with you once I’ve finished for the night.”

You huff out, “Number one: I didn’t think you’d actually eat it — which I should have known better. And number two: that’s what you said the last bazillion times I asked, L.”

“Because I wasn’t finished the last bazillion times you asked,” he replies, eyes fixed back on his computer screen.

You scoff, speechless. You know your boyfriend is an odd one, but you’ve always found it adorable. Sometimes though, there’s this little part of you that wants to choke him to an even paler complexion than he already is.

“Fine,” you hiss, walking up to him to nudge his head childishly. He doesn’t even blink let alone flinch at the push. “I’ll go play by myself — or maybe even with myself.”

“Keep the noise down please,” is all he says as you start to walk back up to your bedroom.

You scoff again, stopping to glare at him before stomping up the stairs, but to no avail. You know you’re being a brat, but you can’t help it. Sometimes L can be cold and detached from you. You understand that it isn’t on purpose and that he cares about you. But every so often you crave a bit more of him than what he’s willing to give.

Lying down, scrolling on your phone, you get an idea in your schemey little mind. You think you know something that might get L to pay you some attention.

You come out of your pajamas, only in your hello kitty slippers now. Confidently, you stride back downstairs and into the kitchen.

“I’m gettin’ a bowl of ice cream,” you announce, taking the frozen matcha treat out of the freezer. “Do you want some?”

He pauses momentarily, taking his thumbnail between his teeth. “Six scoops with chocolate syrup, please.” He hasn’t seemed to notice that you’re butt-ass naked just yet.

“Coming right up,” you respond, preparing his bowl to bring over to him.

“Here,” you say, nudging his arm with the bowl.

“Thank—,” he stops, looking into the bowl with a deadpan expression. “You didn’t put the syrup…”

Your face begins to burn with frustration, but you ignore it, continuing with your motive. “Lick it off me first and then I’ll put it on.”

He finally lifts his head, scanning you up and down, eyes widening. His eyes dart to your chest where you’ve drizzled some of the chocolate syrup on your breasts.

He slides his slender fingers against the small of your back, pulling you to him. You gasp quietly, his cool hand giving your naked body prickly goosebumps. He then stands up and dips his head down, face-level with your perky breasts. You shiver violently as a result of him blowing cool air on your already hard nipples.

“Hey!” You whisper-shout. You’re already finding it hard to stand as your knees are buckling from the tension. You don’t appreciate being teased.

L starts with your right breast, his tongue is contrastingly warm and soft in comparison to the rest of his body. He licks around it, swirling his tongue teasingly and taking your breast into his mouth entirely, being sure to get every last drop of the syrup. He repeats the action to your left breast and then licks down your stomach and belly button to catch the remaining drizzle.

As soon as he finishes, he takes the syrup from your hand, your grip weak and loose now anyway. He sits back down in his chair and neatly drizzles the syrup over his melting ice cream.

You continue to stand there, wet, wildly turned on, and freezing, but hoping to be warmed up very fucking soon.

You snatch the bowl from his hand, staring a hole into the side of his head as he looks ahead, spoon still held up to his mouth. He licks the spoon clean and then sets it down, turning to you

“How dare you do what you just did to me and then just go back to what you’re doing? Like…are you alright in the head? Don’t tease me like that!” You shout, ignoring how innocent and unassuming his face looks right now.

“I just wanted to eat my ice cream…”He murmurs, finger-pointing to the bowl in your hand. “I mean — you made it for me.”

You gawk at him, utterly empty of words. You can’t even be mad at your boyfriend; he’s too precious. It drives you insane. The look on his face immediately fills you with guilt at how mean you’re currently being.

“Fuck,” you exasperate, placing the bowl back down on his table. You lean forward to grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “I’m sorry. That was mean.”

“It’s okay,” he replies awkwardly, looking anywhere but in your eyes.

You kiss him on his squished-in lips and to your surprise, he accepts the kiss without any cheeky remarks. You swap spit, taking your tongue out on occassion to lick his lips and tongue in circles. Nasty, sloppy kissing is your favorite. You release his face from your grasp so that he can move freely.

He sighs, looking down at his throbbing bulge through his pants. “Look at what you’ve done to me. I guess you were gonna get that quality time out of me one way or the other. But this… this just isn’t fair.”

You unbutton his pants, pulling his dick out of his boxers to relieve him. His pink tip is sopping with pre-cum and your mouth waters at the sight. He tenses up in his position, fingers tightening around his boney knees.

“Relax,” you tell him soothingly, kissing his tip with wet lips. You lick the oozing pre-cum off and then wrap a hand around his shaft, using it to rub your clit in circles.

He throws his head back again, groaning deeply. You suck him up for a few minutes, stopping in a decent enough time to postpone his nut.

Dick still incredibly hard, you situate yourself onto L’s lap, his wood slipping inside of you most satisfyingly.

“Mmmm — fuck yeah,” you squeal, letting the full feeling of him slowly enter you sink in. You instantly warm up at the intimacy.

He pulls you a bit closer, wrapping his hands around your waist, thumbs caressing your ribs. “I know I’m pretty cold. Sorry about that,” he apologizes, using feathery strokes with his fingernails against your sides.

“It’s okay, it feels nice,” you reply honestly. Now that you’ve become hot and aroused, the coolness his body provides is refreshing to you; like a cold glass of ice water.

You pull him by his shoulders, tilting your head into the crook of his soft neck to make out with it as you start to ride him carefully.

He bites his bottom lip to conceal his sounds. You hear him fighting to quiet down his whimpers and pants, an occasional sound escaping into your ear anyways.

“Shit, you’re so fucking deep.” You graze his ear between your teeth, using your hips to deepen and quicken your skillful riding.

He kisses you as you continue to thrust against him, fully in control of everything now. You like that he lets you take charge sometimes; no toxic masculinity, complete acceptance, and vulnerability. Crying and whimpering in your ear like a needy and helpless man; now that — that is your weakness.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, intensifying the kiss with the control you have over the direction in which his head goes.

He pulls back, looking at you with half-open eyes. “I’m gonna…I’m about to cum.”

You kiss his forehead messily, closing your eyes tight in deep focus. Your final thrusts are aggressive and desperate, the taste of your orgasm nothing short of delectable. The chair squeaks loudly with all the movement going on. You shudder, yanking his head back frantically as you cum on him. He cums right there with you, his face beaming gorgeously with a deep red against his translucent complexion.

The two of you catch your breath’s, gathering yourselves just enough to come back down to Earth.

L sigh’s, turning his head to examine his bowl of melted ice cream. “Guess I should drink that now.”

I love Death Note so much. L has got to be my favorite character like.... Fucking ever. And this was hard to write tbh. L doesn't seem overly sexual at all, so I had to get creative with this one. I love submissive men. They're so hot. - Ash <3

Hey, honeys!! I'm back and I'm so fucking excited about it. I've really missed writing slutty things and sharing them with you all, it's just way too fun at this point. I'm returning with some L smut, seeing as you guys really liked the first one I wrote. Don't worry. I'm still doing smut for other people/characters/fandoms, etc. And will be opening my requests soon. Sit tight and I hope y'all like this one.—Ash <3

Birthday Suit

L x Female reader

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” L tells you. “Can you manage twenty minutes without me?”

“I cannot,” you reply quickly, hand resting on your cheek as you look at him. He’s being witty per usual, but what he is really referring to is your behavior earlier. Your birthday is today. And during your party this morning and through out the whole birthday dinner this evening, you refused to keep your hands and your eyes off of your tasty, sexy man.

It’s that suit; that devilishly sleek, perfectly fitted, charming tuxedo. Seeing him in that made you fall in love with him all over again. Almost as if you saw him for the first time.

L doesn’t dress up very often, but when he does, dear God when he does you want nothing more than for him to fuck you like a maniac. Not that you don’t adore his usual casual get-up. He’s handsome regardless. But a man that fine in a suit is a dangerous man. Your dangerous man.

“I love you,” you say, pouting as he enters the bathroom.

“Love you, too, hon,” he says back, fully disappearing into the bathroom now.

You hop out of bed, zipping over to your dresser and taking out your recently bought lingerie. It’s a gorgeous sheer, baby pink top with matching panties. You already knew you were going to be requesting some birthday sex from L tonight, but you decided to add in some fairy magic this time. He has no clue you bought this, but he adores you in pink. He says the color makes you glow even more than you already do.

L already got you the perfect birthday present; a deeply romantic and fancy dinner downtown, and an entire collection of your favorite manga. Both of which brought you immense gratitude and excitement. But him taking you to pound town really is the final stop.

You lay on your back, looking up at the ceiling daydreaming as you wait for him to finish up. Your belly fills with butterflies when you hear the shower head turn off.

Your eyes remain on the ceiling when he returns to the room, nothing but a white robe and shower slippers on.

“L?”

“Yes, y/n?” He answers, looking over at the bed. He squints his eyes, attempting to comprehend what he’s seeing.

“I want you inside me,” you say, being as blunt as can be. You don’t want to waste any time. Your pussy has been throbbing long enough.

He fights back a laugh. Not only a humored one, but a baffled one also. “How can I say no to that?”

L unties his robe and slips out of his slippers, drying his wet strands with a hand towel one final time. Your body tenses in elation as his footsteps get closer to you.

“You look perfect,” he praises, taking notice of your outfit change. He climbs on top of you, French kissing your mouth deeply.

You throw your arms around his neck and thrust into his naked body, clit hitting his erect dick. He sucks on your neck in your favorite spot as you continue to grind against him. Your hunger continues to grow.

L pulls your panties to the side and pushes his middle and ring fingers inside. He watches your face as he does so, kissing you as you moan out. The overstimulation is real right now.

Each time he pushes his long fingers inside of you, you thrust your hips forward, longing for them to be deeper. You’re nearly scratching beneath the skin on his arms with every probe and stretch and push of his slender digits.

L knows when your orgasm is approaching because you always start to clench really hard when it’s about to happen. He stops, replacing his fingers with his dick which is twitching to be in you.

Instinctively, you pull him in closer, wrapping your legs around him for full access. You want to feel him in your stomach. You love the sensation of it, the fullness.

He resumes the kissing on your neck and also your shoulders. He fucks you slow and careful, leaving it in for a few seconds so that you feel everything. You tighten your pussy around his dick each time as your legs become too weak to do so.

“Shit, I’m gonna come so fucking hard,” you say shakily, hand gripping his hair for dear life as he pounds you without mercy.

The only noises that fill the room right before you both cum is the sound of your wet pussy being fucked to its core and your cries of passion. You love the sound of your own pussy being fucked. It turns you on beyond measure.

Your legs go numb wrapped around L’s body, but your grip on his hair and his shoulder remain tight as you explode. You scream out, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking train. L cums too, small whimpers and struggle groans following his climax.

The two of you are so drained after that, you can barely move.

“I’m so sleepy,” you say, L still on top of you catching his breath.

“Same here.” He sits up slowly, kissing you on the cheek. “Let’s go to sleep now.”

Authors Note: heyyyyyyy 🤍 I fucking love L okay that’s it bye 💋

So fucking good 🤌🏽

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𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒.. “shit- baby what if someone catches us”

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Bill Kaulitz x black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, p in v sex, blowjob, doggy style in the changing room, reader being literal feral for him, cock hungry , you guys could get caught, not proof read 🤧

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1188 words

𝐀/𝐍: A Bill Kaulitz smut 👏🏾 bye bill is such a cutie, managed to come up with this on the spot and write it in a day proud of myself 🫡

It was safe to say you had never been this turned on in your life.

Yes you had watched bill’s concerts with the band before but this particular concert had you wanting to be on your hands and knees and milking him completely dry.

He was wearing all black as usual but something just stood out to you, the way he sang like his life depended on it.. the copious amounts of sweat dripping down his forehead, the fact he had quickly flashed the crowd, showing his tone body to the audience something he had never done before.

It had you going completely feral.

When the band said their final goodbyes, he made his way back to his changing room, you were already there waiting for him.

“Oh shit- you scared me, how did you get here so fast” he says, putting a hand to his chest to indicate that you had really given him a jump.

“Oh nothing I just wanted to congratulate my boyfriend before he got back” you say, stalking your way towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He notices this and looks up into the mirror to see your eyes had darken from the usual colour as if you were being controlled by something.

“I know that look.. you know we can’t do it here” he says rubbing your hands before gently removing them from his waist. you look at him innocently, through the mirror and turn him around so that he was facing you and gently press soft kisses on his neck making sure to create reddish bruise’s all around.

“I don’t know what your talking about bill I’m just congratulating you on today’s performance” his breath jerks, eyeing you suspiciously as he rubs the sides of your waist.

“You’ve never congratulated me like this before, it’s just like any other concert what’s so special about this one”

You let out a sultry laugh as if he had asked a stupid question, “what’s so special…is that you looked so fucking sexy up on stage baby, I barley could contain myself” you say tracing the outline of his chest with your finger.

His eyes widen, watching you get on your knees and he begin’s to panick trying to push you off as you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants along with his boxers. “Shit- baby what if someone catches us… you know how loud I get”

“Then you’ll just have to learn to shut up”

His cock hits the bottom of his abdomen, the tip leaking precum. you licked your lips in excitement going straight to work, swirling your tongue around the mushroom shaped tip before engulfing the entire length into your mouth.

He lets out a muffled moan as he brings his hands to his mouth, watching the door fearfully as your head bobs up and down his cock. You look up at him and grin, moaning as the oscillation’s went to his dick. “s-shit baby I didn’t know I turned you on this m-much” he whimpers, his eyes watering.

You were giving him the most toe curling head he had ever received and he was enjoying every last second of it. you were drooling all over his length as it dripped down your chin and onto the floor.

Bill was moaning so loud, that he could be heard from outside, that’s how you knew he was close. You bobbed your head at a faster rate and moaned briskly,

“shit..shit..shit”

bill let’s out a groan and comes down your throat. You don’t think he had cum this hard before, heedless amounts of cum going down your throat and you continued to suck him, until he was milked dry.

“fuckkkkkk” he wailed, falling onto the desk behind, you stood back up, licking the cum that was on your lips and fingers like ice cream.

You kiss him once more, letting him taste the saltiness of his cum that surrounded your mouth and showing your needyness and deprivation for him before pulling away the string of saliva connecting your lips, breaking.

“I want you right now bill please” you whine, giving him more kisses on his neck. He couldn’t resist you, especially if you were this needy and desperate for him.

“We have to be quick I have to meet up with the others in 10” he says, pulling you toward him and bending you over the desk. “How wet are you for me…hmm?”

“So wet for you bill” you say, grabbing his fingers and laying them against your wet cunt. His breath hitched, feeling the wetness coat his fingers and noticing that you were not wearing any panties, underneath the short plaited skirt.

“Just want it in me… please” you whine, putting your fingers to your clit and rubbing slowly.

He was so hard for you that he could feel the overwhelming pulses in his cock intensify, watching you play with yourself. “So fucking sexy”

He grabs your love handles and positions you, teasing your folds with his cock-head, tapping it ever so gently before easing himself into you. He heave’s, the tightness of your inviting warmth nearly making him spill into you, “Jesus- your so tight”

You moan, resting your head on the desk as he begins rocking his hips into you, the wetness of your pussy being so much that it felt like a strong vice tugging on his length, “oh-ssshit” you slur, feeling already cock drunk.

He began pounding into you, making your toes curl as it hit your g-spot every time. You’d moan ‘yes’s’ and ‘more’, the feeling of an orgasm trickling up, your hands gripping the table like your life depended on it, the vanity’s desk banging and shaking against the wall.

“Look at me baby…look how fucking beautiful you look”

Dazed, you look up and make eye contact with bill in the mirror, watching yourself get fucked like a common whore, in a dressing room knowing that anyone could come in and catch you both in the act.

He grabbed your throat and kissed up your ear, whispering praises and sweet nothings. Your walls tighten around his length and bill knew you were close,

“Come for me”

“nghhhh- coming” you wheeze, your vision going crossed eyed as you cum on his dick, slumping on the desk with a whimper. “Where do you want my cum baby…shit….tell me”

“In me… cum in me” he listens to you, shortly after coming inside of you with a loud moan, his load filling you up as most of it spilled out of your warmth, letting it drip down your thighs.

You felt bad for the person who was going to have to clean the room after your little escapade as they were going to be met with the displeasant surprise.

He takes short breaths, the high coming down as he pulled out and carried you over to the couch. You were far too gone to even react or say anything just resting your head on his chest, letting him play with your hair.

“I love you so fucking much” he confesses kissing your forehead,

“I love you too”

I’ll have that Submissive Nijiro smut request up later today! Get exciteddddd ahhh. After this one I’m thinking of doing one where he’s a college professor and one of his students manage to seduce him into sex after class….

I’ll have this up later today 💗💗

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Hi! Of course I can. Be on the lookout for it in the next few days or so. <3

Heyyy I was wondering if you still plan on doing that nijiro request smut with reader grinding?

Oh my goodness!! Good morning! Holy shit I don’t know how that slipped my mind. Iam soooo sorry. Yes I’ll have it posted today. Be on the lookout for that.